01-18-2004 - 12:57 p.m.
Sorry guys, but it's time to bitch.
A friend of mine lately has been making me feel so trapped, almost to the point where I feel stalked. I've known this girl from school since I was like 10 years old, and we've worked together every summer for about 5 years now. But it wasn't until this past summer that the two of us started hanging out. And once the summer was over, we were pretty much the only two people still living in South Jersey, so then we really started hanging out alot.
When I first started hanging out with her, I was kind of taking her on as a project, hoping that if we hung out together I could help her be a little bit more relaxed. I desperately want her to be more like the 23 year old that she is, and less like the 45 year old she acts like. Instead I've found myself with a second mother who's trying to be my fashion clone.
Here's some of the things that bug me:
On weekends, she calls me at 10:00 am. Granted, I'm up at that time, but still. Especially if we hung out the night before, (aka I just said goodbye to her like 8 hours ago) I really don't find it neccessary for her to call me that early. Perhaps this is a silly rule that I've imposed on myself, but personally I find phone calls before noon on a weekend to be inappropriate. Then, there's the issue of total phone abuse. She'll call me, I won't answer (at times because I don't hear it, others because I don't want to) and she'll leave a message. If I don't call back within about an hour or so, she'll call me again. Then, there's the times when she's experiencing drama with her 21 year old college junior hook up. These are the days when she calls me about 10 times to ask me what she should do about the situation at hand. (Personally, I think he's the biggest waste of time and she desperately needs to move on, but that advice doesn't seem to be heard and she just keeps on calling me and asking me what to do.)
And then... there's the time issues. Anyone who knows me knows that my time schedule is different from the rest of the world. If I say I'll be there in 10 minutes, expect to see my face no earlier than a half hour from now. If we make plans to go somewhere at 10:00, expect to roll up at around 11. It's not something I do on purpose- I honestly do believe that I'll be there in 10 minutes- but that's just how things tend to happen with me. Of course, this girl is the most punctual person on the planet, and she can't seem to handle my time management issues. Everytime we're going out and she's driving we'll set a time of departure (let's say 10:00) and then she'll tell me to call her when I'm ready and she'll come get me (she lives just down the street from me). Now, to me 10:00 is not etched in stone- it's more of an estimate or approximation (like, we'll head out during the 10 o'clock hour). But for some reason my friend can not handle the concept of I will call you when I'm ready. If I have not called her by 10:01, my phone starts ringing, and it's her asking "Are you ready?" And of course, everytime this happens I'm NOT ready because the plan was that I would call when I was. So then she's usually like "I'll be there in 10 minutes" and within 5 she's sitting in my driveway. And you know what? I'm still not ready, so she sits in my driveway and waits for me. You'd think she'd start figuring out the scenario everytime she's sitting in her car waiting for me, but no. The cycle just continues.
Now, let's dicuss the "fashion clone" part of the story. First off, I'm not sure why anyone would want to be my fashion clone. I'd say about 70% of the time I wear nice clothes- the rest of the time, I dress purely for comfort. And the bar/club scene is where I pretty much always dress for comfort. All the time in college when we'd hit up 14 or Katmandu, all the girls would be all hoochied up, and I'd always roll in jeans, flip flops, a tank top, and a hoodie. If it's at least 70 degrees out, I wear flip flops when I go out. It's just my thing, mainly because they're so thin that they don't make my tall ass any taller. Then, more importantly, there's the hoodie. I'm pretty much obsessed with hoodies, and I always like to be wearing one when I go to a bar or a club. Even if it's hot as hell out, I have to rock the hoodie. The hoodie is pretty much my security blanket. I like to be wearing one to cover myself up, or if it's too hot I like to have it wrapped around my waist for extra coverage. I used to always sport the charcoal gray cotton hoodie, but since the summertime my collection has grown immensely- black, white, assorted colors, cotton, terrycloth, velour, etc. So anyways, my point is that I feel like my "going out" style is all my own- I generally tend to look more casual than most girls. And, the hoodie is pretty much my trademark. Granted, everyone wears hoodies, it's not like I've got them patented, but it is something that's very me.
So back to the story at hand. This summer we'd go out, and often times I'd be wearing a hoodie. So this fall one day we were working together and since I can pretty much do whatever the hell I want at work, I went to the shop next door to look around. She came with me. I picked out a black cotton hoodie to replace the aforementioned charcoal gray one. She decided that she needed a hoodie "to wear when we go out to bars", so she bought the same exact one. Needless to say, I have never worn that hoodie when I've gone out with her because almost everytime we go to a bar, she wears hers. And that'd just be too gay to be the two girls in the matching hoodies.
Now... I present the latest thing to piss me off. This winter, I've gotten very into scarfs. I'm always cold in my house, so I constantly wear a scarf. Now, when I go into work, when I take off my coat, I usually keep my scarf on. Lately, I just wear scarfs all the time. It's become my winter time answer to the hoodie. So, Friday night we go out and I wear this pink long sleeve shirt. I didn't wear a hoodie, and was immediately regretting the decision. We took our coats off and left them in the car so that they wouldn't smell like smoke. When I took off my coat, I decided to keep my scarf on. It was multi colored striped, and had some pink in it so I thought it would look cute with the shirt. Plus, since I did't have my trusty hoodie, it would serve as my security blanket/cover up. Of course, the comments and questions about my wearing a scarf began the minute we walked in the door with the bouncer making some stupid comment. For some reason, South Jersey isn't really feeling the whole scarf without a jacket trend.
So last night, I stupidly decided not to go to Philly with Kellie and the girls (for my lame fear of the snow), and I wound up going out for a few drinks with this girl. Before I left, I was thinking I shouldn't wear a scarf, she's gonna do the whole scarf thing tonight. But then I'm like no, she won't because too many people were busting on me for it. So, we get to the bar, and once again we leave our coats in the car so they won't smell. And once again, without even thinking about it, I leave my scarf on. So then she's like Should I leave my scarf on? Are you leaving yours on too? And at this point I had already shut the car door so I couldn't really play it off like I was gonna leave it behind. Then she made a comment about how the scarf was gonna smell smokey, so I'm like Yeah, you should just leave it in the car. And she's like no, no, no, that's okay. I'll just wash it.
And there we were. The two scarf twins. Probably doesn't seem like a big deal to most people, but it just got on my nerves. It's totally cool to cop fashion ideas from other people, (I got it from the Kelly Clarkson video for "Miss Independant") but it's totally not cool to dress like twins. I'm like, rock your scarf and matching hoodie somewhere else!
Yeah, I'm being catty. But, I'm a girl.
Anyways, I gotta show my love for my latest reality TV obsession, The Apprentice. I was completely heartbroken that my boyfriend Jason got fired this week. He was just too cute to fire. Yes, he made a mistake, but come on, good looking people make it far in business! Sam needs a major ass kicking, yet we all know he'll probably be one of the last contestants to remain on the show. Omarosa is just straight up a crazy bitch. To call Ereka racist for using the phrase "That's like calling the kettle black" is just too assinine for words. She's all about being a successful black female that "went from the ghetto to the White House" but judging by her slutty clothing, I think it's pretty safe to bet that she sucked dick all the way to the top. But, of course, she'll stay on the show to the very end.
And, it's Sunday but I don't have to work tomorrow thanks to Dr. Martin Luther King! Instead, I'll be enjoying a lovely afternoon Sixers game versus the Sonics, which sure as hell beats a day at work.
Time to stop being lazy!
