Oh my, where to start. As usual, this is a lovely story of me and my stupid constant drama.

A few weeks ago, I met these two guys through a friend. One is older and more of a 'good guy'. The other is younger and cuter and probably more of a player. I went to 'movie night' at the first guy's house. The other guy had a date there, and they were all smoochy- I didn't think much of it.

The next weekend (last weekend) I saw them again. Younger guy was cute and flirty and all over me- made a point of telling me he is NOT dating the girl from movie night. I was kind of psyched about the attention. But then, all of the sudden, he disappeared. I was a little confused by it. But he texted the next day to apologize- some friend had a crisis and he had to leave suddenly, and he was sorry. But I talked to my friend that introduced us, and she said "omg NO. Stay away. he's nuts. He will break your heart. I promise you that. You know I never tell you what to do about guys. But do yourself a favor and do NOT date him. Have fun, enjoy him as a friend, but do NOT date him." Of course, I did not like that advice, so when he invited me out again on saturday, I went. When I got to the party, he introduced to some little bimbo chick, and they joked about how they've never dated but people think they have. Or something. he was all flirty with me the rest of the night, inviting me to stay over, etc- but I didn't. A hug and a little kiss, but that was it. Work in the AM, etc etc.

Then throughout the week he was sending me flirty texts, "have a great day hun" "can't wait to see you again this weekend" etc.

So saturday he had told me where he'd be out. I had to go to a friend's going away party first. And eventually ditched my friends, like an asshole, to go meet this guy, all alone. I get there, and the first person I see is the guy i dated around christmas, who harassed me about being "busting out of my shirt" (which I was NOT by any means, particularly when compared to the other girls there.) (but besides, that's not something people usually complain about.) he was there with some girl I don't like, so I was hiding from them the rest of the night. [and am still taking the heat for that today.]

But so I get up to the bar, and see 'my' guy. Making out with some girl. WTF! He sees me and runs over to introduce me to his girlfriend. Who i then realized was the girl from the week before, that he was "not dating." By the end of the night I asked "isn't that the girl you said you weren't dating last week?" and he said 'yeah! we just got together. it's so great. she's moved in. we're living together. i'm going to marry this girl."

yeeaaahhhh. You've been dating less than a week. Good luck with that one. And it also strikes me as odd that he didn't seem to have the slightest clue that this might possibly be confusing or upsetting to me. Just kept asking me "isn't she great? don't you love her?" (I wanted to say "um, no, she's a stupid chippewa bimbo with uggs, a fake tan, and bleached, straightened hair. they're a dime a dozen.")

Oh, and while I was at the bar, guess who else walked in- my ex from when I first moved here. The guy I dated for a year. fortunately there is no drama there, and we chatted and it was fine.

So, with my tail between my legs, I went BACK to hang out with the friends I had ditched for this guy. Fortunately they are good friends and didn't care that I'd left them. By this point, the only ones left were the friend who's moving, and his girlfriend's brother. And the three of us stayed out til 5am. It was a lot of fun.

Girlfriend's brother was chatting me up. kept saying 'I love this girl!" and then he'd say "i'm married with three kids, i'm harmless, i can flirt as much as I want." And he went on about how this city is so tough for single people, and he feels bad for me. That he thinks I'm amazing... beautiful, smart, funny, successful, blah blah blah. I mean, he told me how amazing I am so many times that it started to make me uncomfortable. How many times can I smile and say "aw, thanks!"?

and then he said "do you know why you can't meet a guy in buffalo?" I said "i dunno... i'm kind of shy? I don't look in the right places?" he laughed and said 'you're not shy, you're talking to me and we just met!" I said "yeah, but you approached ME." But he said "no no no. that's not it. You won't meet someone here because you're too good for them all. AND, because you're fatass."

FATASS. he said it like 50 times. That I'm so amazing, BUT 'you need to go to the gym. But you know that I'm sure. Just get on the treadmill for a month and you'll be amazing."

So the next day at the parade we all called me Fatass. "no breakfast for her, she's a fatass!" etc. I told my friend M that story, and he said "oh please. you're not a fatass. you're in your thirties. It's what happens." I love M. :)

The thing is, he hit my most sensitive spot, which is why it sucked.

Though- fatass apparently is right. I weighed myself this am- I gained FIVE pounds since YESTERAY. FIVE! In one day! I didn't even think that was possible! And I didn't eat that much- and I had even budgeted in one 'bad' day for the week! I'm hoping it's just water weight. Booo.

So, there you go peeps. The latest installment in my personal soap opera!! Thanks for reading! haha.

The picture says it all.

What a weird day...

First of all, as I drove home yesterday, I think it was about 50+ out, with blue skies- it felt like spring. I was happy.

This morning- it snowed.

When I got to work, I parked in an amazing parking spot, and was happy. No 'no parking' sign anywhere. I checked.

When I came out of work, I had a parking ticket. The no parking sign was in the form of yellow lines on the pavement, which were covered with snow when I parked.

I had my yearly inservice exam back in the end of january. this year's was particularly important, because they told me that if I didn't do well, they might not let me graduate. (and if I don't graduate, I am fucked. Like, have wasted 12 years and 200K, fucked.)

Well, scores were due out this week. I got mine in the mail yesterday. It's better than last year, but still not fantastic.

Well.... this morning I saw our program director. He waved me over and said "doc, talk to me." I thought "oh shit."
But- he put out his hand and said congratulations, I've done well, and that his recommendation to the board will be that I graduate. Won't be official til the board meeting in april, but he says I don't need to worry.

THANK EFFING GOD.

THEN... I went to the OR. Did a case with an attending I like. As we were getting ready, he said "come talk to me" and so I followed him while we scrubbed our hands. He said "you know we all talk about you guys, right?" I said 'yeah...' He said "well yesterday people were talking, and someone said that you have the best hands in your class. I can't say who said it, but I just thought you might like to hear that."

Then he went in to the OR. While I finished scrubbing, another attending, who as always hated me, (like "tried to get me fired" hated me) came up behind me and startled me by saying 'have I ever told you how good looking you are?"

HUH????? 1: WTF. 2: Inappropriate!!!!! 3: EW.

What a crazy day!

So I FINALLY went to wegman's today (for the first time in months), and bought an obscene amount of food. I was actually embarrassed when my landlords pulled in right behind me and had to see it all.

But I saw (e:enknot) there, and he seemed skeptical that I would actually eat this food.

But so far so good. I bought a ton of just simple basic staples, and a bunch of fresh stuff. yes, some of the veggies will probably be bad before I get to them, but I'm trying. But hopefully I'm well enough stocked now, that if I want to make something, I'm not missing something easy and obvious.

But my point- Look tony, look! I cooked! I am eating the food!

I finally made this recipe that I found a while ago, and OMG I am SO happy with it. It's SO yum, and healthy. And filling. I can't wait to eat leftovers tomorrow. And if I can do it, it's easy. So in the food porn tradition of Paul and Tiny- here's my chicken-basil-stringbean in a lemongrass-coconut-green-curry sauce concoction. The picture really doesn't do it justice, but yum.

The only glitch is that I had to make rice, which I've never done before without a rice cooker. So, the recipe called for 2 cups of rice. I missed the word "cooked" in there. So, I cooked two cups of rice. Which turned into about 5. Oops. Lesson learned.

Maybe I'll actually try to stick with this "cooking my own food" nonsense for a while... It's kinda fun. And satisfying.

Stupid daylight savings time made getting up for work this morning NOT fun. blah.

but I had a lovely weekend. Pearl St and Encore on friday...
then last night roller derby and a party downtown.

I love/hate how giddy it makes me for a cute guy to flirt with me. (especially when I have been warned that said cute boy will only break my heart and to avoid him.)

And I hate the fact that I am so reluctant to believe a compliment. Last night as we were leaving, some totally random dude looked at me and said "you're hot". And rather than thinking "damn straight!" and being flattered, I mumbled thanks, but assumed he was mocking me and being sarcastic.

7 hours down, 20 to go. I so do not want to be at work today, and am sad to be missing brunch and movie night. Pout.