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Last night while packing, I found my high school (and college) journal. As you can see .. not much has changed.

For those of you who can’t read this (yes my handwriting is exactly the same and exactly as messy today), this entry reads as follows:

This summer has been wonderful. I got my license! I also started working at the BPD (Braintree Parks Department – I was a camp counselor) Well Sat. was the Braintree Fire Works – I hung out w/ Pat & Joe – then Mon. I went to Caity’s party & hung with Pat & Joe again. Then Tuesday Pat called me at about 1:00 pm & told me that Joe liked me. I was a little surprised considering I thought Joe was gay ..? Oh well.

Let’s note a few things about this:

1.) Caity yes that is you in my entry.
2.) I like how I’m so specific “then at 1:00 pm …”
3.) OH YEAH. THIS PART:

Let’s all read this aloud one more time just so we’re all perfectly clear:

I WAS A LITTLE SURPRISED CONSIDERING I THOUGHT JOE WAS GAY DOT DOT DOT QUESTION MARK.

and then my personal favorite part of the whole thing …

OH WELL.

Just like that “OH WELL.”

There you have it folks. July 3, 1997. I was sixteen years, five months and nine days old. You can actually PINPOINT the MOMENT my life took … well took the turn it did.

OH WELL.

Oh don’t you worry … there is more where this came from.

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This Saturday evening, I called up my Fabulous(ly out there) friend to see if she cared to join me for dinner and then grab a few drinks after. We may or may not have planned on grabbing those after dinner drinks at a swanky (STRAIGHT) bar where the drinks are strong and the men are hot. We agreed to meet at 8 and wear some fabulous outfits (obviously).

Dinner was fantastic. We feasted on amazing cheeses and wine followed by risottos and raviolis. When asked if we would like dessert, I ever so classily answered “No thanks. I prefer to drink my calories.” What can I say, I’m a classy broad.

We bundled up and walked over to one of our favorite spots, which again, I reiterate is NOT in the South End and NOT a gay bar. And yet, when I walk in who do I obviously run into?

The three (devastatingly handsome) gay men I’ve been spending roughly 75% of my time with the past couple of weeks. And I swear – cross my heart and hope to die – they did not know me and Miss Fabulous were going to be there.

The two of us pulled up a couple of chairs and joined mah boys for a couple of cocktails. The night wasn’t a total loss – for the Fabulous one at least. We all coached and cheered along some flirting in text form (which I really hope she blogs about. HINT HINT.)

After a couple of hours, we split up and I ended up at another bar a few blocks away. Where I got hit on. By a lesbian.

THIS IS MY LIFE.

This past weekend, Sarah hosted a holiday party complete with Secret Santa.

The host and her decorations:

There were racier pics that involved two balls …. but we’ll keep those ones hidden.

The apartment ws decorated so lovely:

That’s Jeannie in the corner. I would have cropped her out because I bet she won’t like that pic, but somehow that is the ONLY picture I have of her from the evening. Although I’m certain I took several photos of her and her husband, I think someone got a hold of my camera and erased a bunch accidentally. I’m blaming Andy.

It was a dress up (optional) party, which I was psyched about, because I have way too many dresses in my closet and no reason to wear them. Ever.

Me pictured with my pick in the Secret Santa, Caity.

Please note that I have a weird sloppy lazy eye thing going on. What the heck? There are maybe 3 pictures of me from the whole evening and I’m like that in every one. Sarah suggested maybe I was winking at the camera. I think I was making sweet love to the camera .. with my right eye.

Anyway, I got Caity Biolage shampoo and conditioner and some OPI nail polishes. I enjoy giving pamper-y gifts. (Jeannie had me in the Secret Santa, and I got the most beautiful sushi set for two.)

After Secret Santa most of us maintained our holiday spirit (read: buzz).

At one point in the evening I started talking to the only single, straight boy at the party. We had a lovely conversation for 15 minutes and then he asked what kind of music I like. I started off with “I really like a mix of everything.” giving examples of some of my favorites including 80s rock, Sountracks, etc and ended with “And oh yeah. I really like bubblegum pop.” To which he responded and I quote “Like that Mariah Carey crap?”

Um. Well she’s not really bubblegum, but yes, yes and YES. Hello? All I Want for Christmas Is You has pretty much been on repeat for like a month now.

Within seconds – SECONDS – he said “I have to …. go in the other room.”

I don’t think I will ever learn my lesson when it comes to my love of pop and the rest of the world. Friendships have been tainted, I’ve lost out on job opportunities and now boys because of it. But, hey, take me (bubblegum pop and all) or leave me, cause I am not changing.

Now please ’scuse me while I crank up the Britney Spears.

This morning I trekked over to my local Peets to order my regular coffee: medium with skim, no sugar.

Lately I’ve had this problem where I keep burning my tongue on the coffee. This ‘problem’ is called patience. And, sadly, I’ve been diagnosed with not having any. So I’ve taken to ordering my hot coffee with two ice cubes*.

*Could I be any more annoying? No. The answer is no. Though if I asked how I really want my coffee (mainlined), I would probably be considered tacky. And I’d rather be annoying than tacky.

So I walk up to the counter and order “medium skim, no sugar, two ice cubes”. I wait for my coffee, get overly excited when I see it coming towards me, eagerly hand over a five dollar bill, step to the side, and take a sip while I wait for my change.

And then this guy walks up, swear to god, and orders a medium with skim, no sugar and ice.

A normal person would have said something like “Hi, I just ordered the exact same thing. My name is Jenny. You have amazing eyes.”

Instead I just stared at him thinking “OMG LOL WE JUST ORDERED THE SAME THING, WTF!? OMG I SHOULD SAY SOMETHING BECAUSE RIGHT NOW I’M JUST STARING AND HE’S LOOKING AT ME BECAUSE I LOOK LIKE I’M GOING TO SAY SOMETHING EXCEPT NOW IT’S BEEN TOO LONG TO SAY SOMETHING SO I’LL JUST KEEP STARING. LOL. WTF. OMG.”

Then I did the socially accetable thing: I grabbed my change and bolted. (But I did tip the barista — possibly making up for my social awkwardness?)

I’m totally normal in most social situations. And I know, I know – I should have said something. I mean I look totally adorable in my khakis, navy blue and cream sweater vest, and cute black frame glasses*.

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But let’s face it, my idiocy is what makes my blog. Wouldn’t it be terribly boring if my entries were all “I saw this guy and I said hi and he said hi back and we’re in love now. Kay? Thanks! Bye!”

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Guys, today is officially the last day of NaBloI’mgoingcrazyIhateBlogs month! And to keep you people coming back, I have a surprise. But you won’t get it until tomorrow. Oohhhhhhh.