Coming clean

Finally, it's Friday! I'm feeling less sick, so that's good, and I got two of the issues off my chest last night with The Founder. Sweet thing brought over food for me and watched Dazed and Confused and then slept over, all with my sniffly self. We're laying in bed and I finally just sucked it up: "Can I tell you about two things?"

So I go into R. first, and tell him that we used to date and are very good friends and I just wanted him to know in case anything came up. He asked if it was awkward between me and R. and I said 'not at all, but I mean, I haven't had this conversation with him, and I don't think he knows, so I have to tell him,' and that was sort of awkward between me and The Founder. I also told him the whole story behind my best friend dying, and he said the most perfect thing anyone could say: "I don't know how to help you, but I want to be there for you and do whatever I can when you feel bad."

I almost cried. It's so totally opposite of the reaction the kid I was dating had way back when, and it's so opposite the reaction anyone has had... normally when they don't know what to do, they do nothing (ahem, my alleged best girl friend who didn't talk to me for three weeks), not address the fact that they don't know what to do... amazing. That boy/man is just ridiculously amazing.

Tomorrow should be an epic day... possibly floating the river, being his date to a party, and then seeing the Spazmatics out at a bar. Fun!

A side note, I got a wax yesterday and was hoping to put it to use last night, but NADA. Damn. Stupid sickness.

Maxin' and Relaxin'

I'm maxin' my understanding and relaxin' my self. And I am a HUGE cheeseball. Sorry.

So I chilled the f&*^ out and had a fantastic solo weekend. Friday consisted of happy hour with a good old friend, a little harmless flirtin' with the Val Kilmer look-alike next to us, and dinner with my dad. Then I walked to the Blockbuster, which made me happy, since most things aren't close enough to my house to walk. Saturday I got to work out, then took my dog for an off-leash adventure hiking Turkey Creek, which turned out awesome, except when my dog ran through cactus. Bummer. Nightime was simply dinner and a movie. Sunday, cleaned and played volleyball, then baked low fat, low-sugar cupcakes (glorious! I am a kitchen genius!) for dessert after Father's Day dinner at Outback... mmmm, delicious. I even pretended to pay, using my dad's credit card. Awesome.

Last night R. and I chatted on the phone finally, and it seemed like everything was normal. Do normal people who go out of town not talk and only text message? Probably with stubborn girls like me who refuse to do the calling, that is the norm. Dang it! One of my neighbors was talking about his new girlfriend, who he absolutely adores. She was out of town this weekend and he casually mentioned that they'd been talking on the phone every night as, "she calls me every night." So then I wondered if I was failing as a girl, because they are IN A RELATIONSHIP and she still calls every night and he loves it...

... but I don't wanna call every night. I'm okay with the random text message. I'm independent, remember?! Haha. I am in an odd mood, sorry, if anyone reads this, that it is so here-there-and-everywhere. :-)