Guys...I have a serious problem with you

I only like you if you're either emotionally unavailable or (physically) distant. Like 500 miles away or more kind of distant.

I can not deal with emotionally available men near me. JUST CAN'T DO IT.

I'm pretty sure this could be cereal and I should probably work on it. But if a guy texts me like every day and tells me how much he cares about me and shit....I pretty much want to just throw up. Like sack up dude. Fo rlz.

The downside of this of course is that I can't get cuddles on the regular. Sure, I could lead them on and use them for cuddles when I need them. But that would be not very nice...and I try to be nice.

I'm not really sure what I'm saying.

Basically I love guys who either love me but are too far for me to do anything about, or like me well enough but could take it or leave it.

To say I have commitment issues would be an understatement.

You’re kidding yourself, if you don’t believe it

So updates.

Apparently you actually have to pay to move out of the dorms at OSU.

Sucks bro.

But luckily enough, I'm now in a single, and no longer afraid for my life.

I am however afraid for the life of my dog.

Harley.

Harley and I in my senior picture

I've had him for 7 years, ever since he was a puppy. For awhile he was really fat, which is probably what caused his current condition. He has diabetes. Pretty severe too, his body has been eating itself for the past several weeks, and we had no idea. We thought it was from the steroids we had to give him for his skin’s reaction to fleas. We thought he'd get over it eventually. And now, because of our stupid assumptions, we're going to have to put him down.

I'm like bawling my eyes out while I'm writing this, which is making it even harder to write.

I got him spring quarter of my 8th grade year. The first time I ever saw him was during practice at track. My parents had gotten him for me for getting honor roll or doing well in track, I can't remember. Anyway it was a complete surprise, and I absolutely loved him. He was so tiny. I named him Harley, after the motorcycle, so he'd be a bad ass, because my last couple of dogs had been wimps. However he turned out to be the total opposite of his name. He ended up being the most neurotic scare-dy cat ever. Kind of like Courage the Cowardly Dog. Minus the saving me from aliens part. :]

Me and Harley in matching emo clothes (his hoodie had a skull and cross bones on the back!).

He then went from a neurotic wuss, to a neurotic alpha-dog. When I bought Tanner the summer before my freshman year at college. My mother called him Colonel Fussbudget. He was such a dork!

 

And now we’re going to have to put him down. In less than a year  from when we had to put our other dog, Gigi, because of cancer.

It’s hard when a dog dies, but it’s so much harder to actually have to plan for it. I’ve been crying off and on since I found out on Saturday. I can’t even begin to think about how horrible it’ll be with out him, since I’ve had him so long.

Blahhh

So felt like ranting, but really didn't know who to rant to!

So here I am. Writing this...yeah.

On to the Rant!

So I'm a junior at Ohio State, transferred here my sophomore year, spent the year at home, made zero friends. So I decided to try the dorm life for my junior year.

First roommate: Obsessed with her boyfriend, had to have him live with us every weekend, and into the week sometimes. She moved out because I couldn't concentrate with him around while she was gone. It was just weird.

Second roommate: Really nice, but never there. So she moved out at the end of the quarter so she didn't waste her money, totally understandable.

Third roommate: Third times the charm right? WRONG. Living with her is like the bastard child of Paranormal Activity and The Roommate.

Started off creepily enough. Laughing in her sleep, saying my name from time to time. Creepy but doable. Then, now this is where the terror comes from, shit hits the fan.

Around 2am she screams, bolts upright, gets out of bed, walks to the window in between our beds. Rips the curtains open (practically tears it off the hooks), stares out the window, starts cussing. Walks back to the bed. Sits down on the edge, stares at me, starts cracking her neck while she's staring, then rolls back into bed. Starts humming, and then silence.

Absolutely positively terrifying.

So obviously I want to move out right?

Yeah cool, totally. Get the permission of the Housing chick. Everything's groovy. Nope. Girl I was going to move in with is like uhhh yeahh...no. I don't think I want you to move in.

Bitch.

You don't have a choice! It's a freaking dorm. It's not your room. Whore.

But even though I'd be able to move in with her anyway, she'd probably make my life a living hell. So that's out.

Now trying to find a new place to live.

Also I have the flu.

What a life.

Oh yea, this thing.

Yay, I have like 2ish readers now, how exciting!
If you care, I'm sorry for forgetting about this for over a month. I really suck at this.
Um updates:
I have a boyfriend for the first time in like 3 years. So we'll see how well that goes..heh

I have As in all my classes except math stupid professors who can't speak English..grumblegrumble. Might end up with an A- though, leaving my gpa at a 3.955 instead of a 4.0, which is an easier fix, than a B would be. Cross your fingers for me!

Um, I've moved into that house I was talking about a few posts back. Finally. Here’s some pics of my room.

Note: still haven’t unpacked everything/found places for everything so it’s a wee bit messy. I might post pics of it’s final form if I ever get it all done…which may or may not happen. Hehehe.

A bunch of stuff from china and Japan are on my dresser here. Some china masks from Japan (I always find it funny saying that don't know why). A china doll from China, a Japanese massage ball thingy (it’s under the blue silk bag in the picture)

That brown thing leaning against my guitar case is a human yolk from Africa. Bottom two shelves are from my trip to England, second from the top is from my trip to Haiti.

And there you have it! My new room! Yayyyy

 

I’m going to go enjoy it some more.

~Chai

Laziness sucks

I started off so well with the daily updates! What happened!?

Maybe it’s because I kinda feel like I’m talking to myself. So, if there is anyone reading this blog, anyone at all, please take a second to type ‘Hi’ and enter, so I don’t feel like I’m wasting my time.

Anyway on to life news. Now in bullet points!

• My dogs hips seem to be getting worse
• My grandfather might or might not be paying for the house we want
• I am dating guys who can’t seem to keep their hands off me, questioning whether I am a succubus or not. As this happens ALL THE TIME.
• I got a 76 on my math test, I HAVEN’T GOTTEN A C ON A TEST SINCE 6TH GRADE WTF.

I hate Russian math professors who can’t speak English.

 

Anyway, I don’t really feel like saying anything more, so I’m gonna leave you with that little insight to my life.

~Chai

Life’s little rollercoaster

So I went to the vet yesterday. She thinks Tanner might have Hip Dysplasia. Which sucks, for one, he’s only a year old, two, I’m broke, not ‘broke’ mind you, broke broke. I do not have have two pennies to scrape together. So I don’t know what I’m going to do, I don’t want my puppy to miss out on his puppyhood but I also don’t want to go below zero on my account. Arghhhh

How could I possibly say no to this cutie? So tough.

On a more positive note, things are looking up for me in my social life, I have guys to hang out with, and clubs to go to, so I'll actually have stuff to write about! Yay! Speaking of, I watched Zombieland with my dude Shay the night before last. Wicked movie, sooo funny. I definitely recommend you all check it out before the internet ruins it for you.

On the topic of zombies and what not, I’m going to a haunted house with my dude Phil tomorrow night. I don’t know what was going through my head when I agreed, but I warned him I was a gigantic wimp, I didn’t warn him however that he might need earplugs…I guess I should warn him..but he is taking me to a haunted house..meh he deserves some ringing ears for that. Muahahaha!

Finalmente, my parents and I have totally fallen in love with the house I was talking about in my last post. We’re going to make an offer tomorrow. How exciting! New digs! And my room will be in the basement, with a door leading outside at the top of the stairs, and another door that hides the stairway that’s lockable. So it’ll be like having my own little apartment. Free to sneak in and out boys who may or may not spend the night. Heheheh. It’s like the house was meant for me.

Anyway, I’ve got exams on Tuesday and Wednesday, so I better get back to studying.

~Chai

Fashion is such a pain…literally.

So I had a job interview today, at a clothing store where the sales reps are supposed to be as fashionable as the clothing they sell. I’m not much of a fashionista myself but I’ll do anything to get a job, including wearing uncomfortable shoes. Now, these shoes were relatively new, I had even bought them at the store I was trying to get a job at. So I hadn’t really worn them that much or for that long. And I definitely didn’t think I’d be walking that much for the interview, walk in, walk out, bada bing bada boom. Done deal right? …Not so much. I forgot where I parked! And this mall is an outside mall right, so there’s a shit ton of parking lots scattered all over the places. So I walked for a good 15-20 minutes before I couldn’t walk anymore. My feet were killing me. I even took the shoes off for awhile and walked barefoot, but that didn’t last long because 1. it was raining and 2. people were staring. So I put the dreaded shoes back on, and decided to wimp out and ask my sister to pick me up and drive me around until we found my car. An hour later she shows up, and it takes us about 15 minutes to find the car.

So when I returned home and surveyed the damage I was more than a little shocked at what I saw. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’ve gotten blisters from shoes before, but never this bad.

 

Not for the faint of heart:

Would you just look at that monster! Holy crap! And that’s not the only one either! I had a couple bad ones on the sides of my pinky toe and big toe on both feet plus another one of those bloody monstrosities on the back of my other ankle as well. I would have taken more pictures but standing on one leg holding a camera doesn’t really fare well for the balance-challenged.

 

So. Moral of the story?

I had a shitty day, and I am never wearing anything but sneakers ever again. Period.

 

Also if you’re curious as to what the evil shoes look like here they are. They look so innocent and comfortable don’t they? IT’S A LIE STAY AWAY FAR FAR AWAY!

Brand blacked out masterfully (if I do say so myself), so that I don’t get sued for slander if someone important just so happens to come across my page and sees it. Not likely that’ll happen but, ya know, just in case.

 

I’m gonna go nurse my feet now.

~Chai