Unhh... how'd ya like me now?!?

I went to a open-mic night at a coffee house in SF last night. My friend from worked bombed. But the guy who ran the show, was talking to me outside, and told me that I was really funny. Just in conversation. Either it was a pick-up thing(which I doubt because he was very obviously involved with his partner that co-ran the show), or he was serious. Or, he's not a very good judge of hilarity. (Please don't worry about the last statement, that's just my humbleness bubbling up from underneath)

Also, I've gotten a lot better at not putting up with bullshit from people just because I like them. I finally stood my ground. It didn't have the exact effect that I had hoped, but I had to try it out. And while part of me is hurt and pissed, the other is proud and happy. The first side came out tonight, when I went to see Goldmember by myself at the 11:55 showing. Then, while watching the movie and laughing my ass off, I realized that another part of me was really reallyhappy that I was actually in a movie theater at 1:00am and it was a regularly scheduled showing! I know I'm a dork for going to see movies by myself, but I just don't know anyone that really likes to see movies in the theater as much as I do. (Okay, again, I must concede that there might be one person). I just hope I didn't irrepreably damage a perfectly good start to a perfectly good friendship... or that immaturity will pass(yeah right) and we can get passed this. I've never been comfortable with bootie calls, and that's what I feel like this is.

I do however feel comfortable going with complete strangers to a completely strange bar (which I probably will be frequenting - The Abbey Tavern), in a completely strange town, and getting down to the funky beat. And then relying on the big strong Irish fellow that bought me drinks whenever an unwarranted advance took place. Oh how I love strong men. Of course, he was married and his wife was there too, but she and I hit it off, and was more than willing to allow her man to stand up for me. In the end, I met some really cool people that I will be having dinner with later this coming week. Oh yes, I come off as very tom-boyish, but trust me, I am the biggest wimp known to man(others can attest). As you can see by my last post, I can't handle spiders of all things.

Lastly, Sex and the City rules!

sometimes, I even scare myself. and I think with good reason.

BJW1120: hi
Guard143: uh... hi
BJW1120: how are you
Guard143: actually... to tell the truth, horrible.
BJW1120: ohh why
Guard143: I just had a very upsetting interlude with an absolutely huge spider. running across my face. from nowhere.
BJW1120: yuck
Guard143: it was a big brown thing, the kind with thick legs, and it was about the size of a dollar coin. the new ones.
BJW1120: i hate those things
BJW1120: did it bite you
Guard143: yeah, no, but I have a huge case of arachnaphobia... when they're crawling across my face.
BJW1120: lol
Guard143: I eventually brushed it onto my shirt, from which I promptly blew it off onto the ground, and then punished it for running across my face with all eight legs.
Guard143: I smashed it with my foot
Guard143: no more spider, but I most likely will be spending the night in the back seat of my car in the garage.
BJW1120: that pretty evil of you though
BJW1120: that is
Guard143: evil? did you just have a dollar sized creepy spider running across your face?
Guard143: or was that me?
BJW1120: no but you didnt have to kill it
Guard143: don't get me wrong, usually I like to let them out to freedom in the backyard,
BJW1120: lol
Guard143: but panic took over. maybe it was the scary acid flash-back from the Indiana Jones ride at Disneyland
Guard143: just kidding.
BJW1120: good ride
Guard143: so, to answer your question, you caught me at a bad time. sorry. I'm better now.
BJW1120: so what is your name

Have you seen the new Mercedes-Benz commercial? I've been waiting for that to come along. Too bad I didn't tell them it was my idea years ago.

I should just patent all my ideas. Maybe you should too!

San Francisco, open your Golden Gate...
I forget how the rest goes.

Well, I made it up here in one piece, and even found a great place to live. Got myself transferred to a new store, and have even met a couple of really cool people. Big work party this Friday, so I think I'll be hitting that up. What better way to get to know your new co-workers than wait until they're all sauced, and then, when they don't remember the night the next time you see them, tell them they swore to be your best friend for life! Ha, just kidding. (But really though, that might be a good idea)

I am not happy however, that I have yet to hang out with my already established friends in the area. Some, because they are just too damn busy for me to fit into my schedule. Some, because they have been out of town living it up in Maui with their parents(bastards!). Some, because they're flakes. And here I'm thinking that maybe things have changed. (That's okay by the way, I don't hold it against you.)

My phone got shut off because they wanted to charge me an extra 30 bucks to get my number changed. So no phone calls or messages.
My e-mail account was way over its limit, so messages were bouncing left and right. I finally got this damned piece of craHPola hooked up to AOHell, so now I can check it every once in awhile. I also finally got it to burn CD's without even losing any stored files! Trading here I come( yeah right, like I ever successfully did that anyway). I can however make copies of a couple of shows for my friends and one for my mom(the one she missed, the bitch).

Righty-o. Also I watched "Frontier House" on KTEH Sunday. It was a pledge drive, but the show they played while it was going on was really good. I don't know if any of you have seen it, or heard of it, but they send three "families" to the Montana Wilderness and make them live over a five month period as if they were living in 1883. It was really funny to watch the rich people from Malibu mess up all the time. I swear I've seen them before.

Thas it.