The Case of the Mysterious Necklace

Every woman likes new jewelery, right? Well, I borrowed my roommate's key when I got home from work tonight and picked up the mail. I was kinda freaked out to find an envelope with my name on it from a guy who's name and address I did not recognize, though clearly he knew MY name and address... Somewhat confused and apprehensive, I opened the envelope and out fell a necklace! It's pretty and all, but kinda freaky, considering that I have no idea who sent it!
So, I start to think that I have some creepy guy that knows who I am and where I live. I decide to do some investigative work and google his name and address until I come across a myspace page that pointed me in the right direction. There was a guy on there with the same name, from the same city, who happened to have a link to his ebay store on the page. Bingo. : )
I went to the page and low-and-behold, what should I see but necklaces that looked quite similar to the one that I now held in my hand. So now that I had figured out where it had come from, the question remained - Why? And how did he manage to get my address since I had never ordered anything from him before? Why bother sending free jewelry without some kind of business card indicating your ebay store, if in fact he was doing some unorthodox self-promotion?
Then it dawns on me. A friend of mine had told me that he was going to be sending me something. He asked me this morning if I had gotten it yet, but I said no and asked him if it was coming in the regular mail or a delivery package. (Since I lost my keys awhile back, I don't have a key for the mailbox and have to rely on my roommate to pick it up, so if anything had come, I wouldn't have known.) However, he told me that it should come in a box or something, not the regular mail. So I had been waited for a box from my friend, with his name and address...
Now that I can put my mind at rest that I did not just get jewelry from some strange stalker, I am going to go to bed...
But I think I am going to send this other guy a message that he should be more professional with his packaging methods. Doesn't quite send the right impression to get jewelry in a plain letter envelope (that got quite tattered in the mail due to the hard object inside!) that doesn't protect the contents at all! Just a thought, if he is trying to run a successful business...

Waxing Poetic

Why is it that many of us women (and even men, I've come to find out) feel the need to be so free of the natural hair that God saw fit to put on our bodies?! I suppose I don't really know, but what I do know after having just waxed a very sensitive area - by myself might I add! - that I now have very mixed feelings about this whole process. I didn't have the right wax to do *ahem* everything, much less the courage, but a quite sizable chunk of hair is gone. And I am in pain. Not excruciating, but a noticable sustaned stinging sensation.
It makes me believe that there really is something to paying someone to do it for you. Aside from the whole invasion of personal privacy, it would be much quicker, more efficient, and probably slightly less painful due to the fact that they have more knowledge about what they are doing. But I am broke and this was my alternative... I just don't want to have to shave all the time while I am backpacking Europe for 3 months, so I figured that waxing a few months before would slow growth a bit and make things more convenient. I am now strongly reconsidering my logic! But reconsidering with no hair... that's a plus...

Rain Puddles

So it's been raining and I was so excited to get to wear my fun rainboots! But I had to laugh at myself, because as I was walking to the library the other day, I found myself stepping around a puddle! Who does that?! I noticed that I had stepped off the sidewalk to avoid stepping in a big puddle, but that I was walking on some muddy grass and trying to step gingerly, so as not to get too much mud on my boots - which are made to slosh through puddles and even muddy grass to begin with... I did all of this instinctually, without even noticing what I was doing, which I found thoroughly amusing! After that moment, I proceeded to step in all subsequent puddles with delight! Ahh, the simple joys in life... : D

Hectic Week

Ok, so not only am I in the process of looking for a (decent, sane, compatible) roommate, but I am also looking to find someone to sublet my room while I am gone on a 3-month trip to Europe starting in April. All in the midst of trying to plan my trip and possibly find a part-time day job to make some extra money! Instead of making things easy, the internet seems to be confounding my efforts! Just when I get started working on something, the browser will shut down and I'm half expecting it to do so when I try to post this. Lord help me if I just jinxed the one page that hasn't closed on me yet! I can't wait to be gone and away from all this crap - even though I have to come back to it all eventually, I just want to get away. I don't even know what I'm doing with my life right now and I am trying to seek God's direction. I must admit that I wish He would be more clear because I'm tired of feeling like I'm freaking out! : )
In a way it's all funny and I want to laugh because what else can I do, but at the same time it's so frustrating and I want to cry and just throw in the towel. But a story that I heard on Sunday comes to mind at the moment... It's about a soldier who is on a long, strenuous training hike and he tells his commanding officer that he can't take another step. His officer tells him to head to the van and they'll take him back to base camp. So he does and the officer yells at him to keep going because he was able to take that single step towards quitting, so that meant that he could take another step! He just needed to step in the right direction. So it's not necessarily that I want to quit (though sometimes I feel like I want to, but then what, you know?), but it's just that I don't know where I'm going, so it's hard to keep walking when I feel like I've lost my direction...
HELP! That's all I've got at the moment...

Stupid Drivers

Just something that I found myself wondering the other day... but why do people that drive like maniacs get to drive nice cars?! I had dealt with being cut off on the freeway and people passing me on the right and all the other fun antics that are seemingly inherent of many LA drivers. However, when I was dangerously zoomed past on my final attempt to get my car home one night, I found myself looking at the tail end of a squealing Porche turning the opposite direction as me. In that moment, I wished he would crash and total his car. Admitedly not a very nice thought to have, but if you nearly kill people while you drive, what right do you have to drive a nice car? Just because you can afford it?! Who really cares - you are irresponsible and inconsiderate! That should trump your money and you should be stuck driving a beat up Nova! And that goes for all those drivers, not just the one in particular. It just doesn't seem right that people who are a road hazard behind the wheel should be allowed to drive a nice car. And heaven forbid that something should happen to their nice car while they are driving it like a maniac - that could never possibly be their fault! And I highly doubt the fact that they could ever widen their view to see the wake of havoc they surely leave behind! Anyway, not that it really matters in the grand scheme of things, but I'm just saying...

I can't hip or hop!

I went to a hip-hop class at my gym last night. I had been relatively unproductive for the day and was feeling kinda down about myself, so I thought that it would be fun and make me feel better. Turns out that it somehow made me feel worse and I actually left the gym trying (unsuccessfully) to hold back tears. I have always been a pretty decent dancer, but I was mostly trained in ballet - much different type of beat and groove! I was getting so frustrated with myself because I couldn't seem to get any of the steps. I know that I'm not a very quick learner of dance steps, but it wasn't natural to me at all and felt like I looked like a complete fool. I was the ultimate idiotic white girl. I felt so out of place. I just found myself wishing that I could dance that way. It made me feel like there was something wrong with me. I've always called myself a dancer, but in that moment, I felt like I had never been able to put together two steps to save my life! That's not a dancer... I just wanted to be able to do it and I was so frustrated that I couldn't.
Maybe it's getting close to that time of the month! (Sorry guys, just saying...)

Why can't we be friends?

I became extremely annoyed with a "friend" of mine a couple nights ago. I will attempt to explain. My frustration is simply a result of the reality of an observation that I once made years ago. That observation was that a man and woman can not possibly have a platonic relationship until the possibility of a romantic relationship has been determined to be non-existent. Either A) one is attacted to the other or vice-versa and that other one is not interested, B) they are both mutually attracted to each other but decide that they would be better friends than lovers whether through singular or mutual decision or a failed ramantic relationship, or C) neither one is interested in the other as more than a friend, so that's all there is to it.

Now I agreed to hang out with this "friend" of mine because we hadn't seen each other in awhile and thought it would be nice to catch up. I thought nothing of it because there had never been any flirting or chemistry between us AT ALL in the entire time that I'd known him. I suppose that I now use the term "friend" loosely because he was an old co-worker who I got along with well enough, but we never really hung out unless a group of us went out after work or something. So we were hanging out at my place - talking, drinking some wine, and watching a movie. Apparently I must be quite naive because he somehow assumed that automatically meant that I would be willing to start cuddling and making out with him. Talk about an uncomfortable situation!

I said "No" and tried to keep my distance. He obviously didn't understand what "no" meant because he kept trying to pull me closer to him and was kissing the top of my head - which by this time just happened to be holding my brain matter intact as I was wondering what the *$&@# he thought that he was doing! He kept trying to pull me on top of him and close to his face to kiss me, so I said "I'm not okay with this. I am not okay with being hit on right now!" Still the persistent fellow was as headstrong as ever. Why? I don't think I will ever know... He tried to assuage me by saying that he wouldn't try to kiss me anymore and we could just lay there and cuddle. Now what in the world is the point of that?!? I'm not at all interested, why should cuddling be any different?

By this time I just wanted him to leave so that I could go to bed and not be pestered by this man who clearly does not understand when enough is enough. If he thought that his persistence would wear me down, he clearly doesn't know who I am. I generally get more stubborn when someone tries to make me do something that I do not want to do. Key words here: DO NOT WANT TO DO! No one can make you want to do something you don't want to do in the first place. The mere fact that they try only exacerbates the problem and makes what they are offering even less appealing!

Thankfully my cold-blooded nature saw fit to remedy my situation. My friend thought that my living room was pretty warm. I thought it felt just fine. It was quite funny to hear him suggest that it might be cooler in the other room (which by logic meant my bedroom - as that is the only other room in the appartment except for the bathroom or one of my roommate's rooms.) Could he really have been serious?! I had to smile inwardly at the audacity of his suggestion. I told him that it was actually warmer in the back of the house. And since I don't own a fan and he couldn't take the heat anymore - quite literally, our interesting evening came to a close, much to my relief!

Now my question remains: Why can't we be friends? Though I feel I have pretty much anwsered my own question, it is still something I wonder. Why can't I have guy friends who enjoy me as a person and don't feel the need to try to make it into something more? Why can't they value me enough as a person to want to spend time with me - just because we enjoy each other's company? I would like that. Perhaps that is why women love having gay guy friends. No pressure. But on the other hand, they can almost feel like qirlfriends sometimes, which defeats the whole purpose of having male friends to begin with. Aahh, what a conundrum!