Yesterday was my friend Talia's birthday and she planned to go out to Cabana's on the waterfront in Georgetown. It would've been super fun except that it's POURING outside. I did get to wear my new Burberry rain coat though, so that was a plus (and all the gay boys drooled haha). Oddly enough, as I was about to cross K St. I saw Mike Bridges walk by. I was encased in the aforementioned rain coat, so he didn't see me, and I didn't say hi. I know he's a bouncer at Tony & Joe's but it was weird to see him. Anyway, I got there and my friend Patrick met me so that we could hang out a bit before my restaurant friends showed up.

It was a bit weird when they did, since half of them are still like, "Uh who are you again?" But I think this night helped a lot in that regard. Anyway, at some point David Winkler showed up and we somehow started talking smack to each other which escalated into us shooting a couple margaritas (bad idea - really, really bad idea) and ended in us agreeing that after the opening night at his theater company, we will have a Jamison drinking contest. What did I get myself into? My coworker Bryan was nice enough to drive me home.

The reason moms are mean: Before this night happened, I was running around frantically trying to figure out what to wear. At first I wanted to wear my black shorts since my legs are looking pretty good this week, but my mom started criticizing immediately.

First outfit: "It looks like you're going to bed."
Second outfit: "No that looks bad too."

Then I pull out the shirt that she bought me while I was away that didn't fit when I tried it out (barely didn't fit, I should say). But it was a super cute shirt and since I knew I would be losing the weight I gained in Germany come hell or high water, I held on to it.

"Oh Kathryn, you're going to break the zipper trying to get that on. It doesn't fit you. I should've given it away."

MOM! GET THE HELL OUT OF MY ROOM!!!!

Argh. I have already lost at least half the weight I gained, because my belt is up a notch. But here comes mama to tell me that I'm too fat to fit in this shirt. I had been feeling a little icky yesterday anyway, because of the usual Thursday night shenanigans and I didn't need my mother reminding me that I've looked a little icky ever since I got home. At the risk of my self esteem, I tried the shirt on anyway, and it zipped just fine. It's still maybe a little tight, but I didn't have to struggle with the zipper at all, and let me tell you, my boobs looked incredible in it. So screw you mom! Then I almost wore it out with a pair of black boots (vetoed because I was walking to Georgetown from Foggy Bottom) and my dad goes,

"Why are you trying to look like a whore?"

*falls over* I can't win with them...

I don't know what you guys will be doing this summer, but I will be at Schott's main plant in Mainz with Business Unit "Advanced Materials," Business Segment "Advanced Optical Materials," Department "Marketing!" I GOT MY INTERNSHIP!

All I can hope for at this point is that: a) This helps me get a real job and b) That I have a really fantastic time doing what I've always thought I wanted to do.

Boy drama is silly. I do not know what's going on with Chris and frankly, I don't really care right now. I'll be in Germany for the summer!

This is an entry of things I have made me laugh this week.

1. On Monday morning, there was a report on the news about three students who were "rescued" from a tunnel/cave/something in Arizona. The newscaster said: "They left a trail of leaves for the rescuers to follow." Then in the interview with one of the students, the girl said: "We took all the necessary safety precautions. We just got lost." My reaction? So, you left a trail of leaves for people to find you...but you got lost? Anyway, I laughed pretty hard, because that's just stupid.
2. While babysitting Madeline, who is now obsessed with a band called Crosby, Stills, and Nash, she said (in reference to one of the band members), "I think David cares more about his instruments than his hair." An excellent observation...coming from a 3 year old.
3. Elyse told me a sex story last night which involved the sentence: "Bite that shit!" and it was hilarious.
4. In my German class this morning, the really weird kid said, "Als ich zehn Jahre alt war, hatte ich cooties."

Also, Mal from Firefly is now on Desperate Housewives. Score.

Well this weekend was decidedly depressing. I went to Indiana early on Friday, which meant sacrificing my usual one night of fun at Clyde's. I went, but briefly and couldn't drink, which meant that I was surrounded by drunk people bumping into me constantly. Needless to say, I left early. Anywho, yes Indiana. I went with my parents to see my grandmother (who is suffering from Alzheimers for those who don't know). She has definitely gone downhill. It sucks, because she gets tired so easily and she really doesn't remember day-to-day stuff any more, let alone specific names. She still recognizes everyone, but it's clear that she's slipping. I just hate watching it.

It was nice to see Leslie, and I went with her and her boyfriend to a haunted house thing, which was pretty fun I suppose. I don't know. There just really isn't very much to report about this weekend that was good.

In other news, I'm applying like all hell for new jobs, but nothing seems to be working. All of my friends have been yelling at me about Mike, but that's another story entirely. I just want a job and an apartment. Is that so much to ask?

Woo I did not get hit by my hangover until about 6pm last night. What a disaster lol. However, I spent an enjoyable afternoon hanging out with my friend Mitch at the Columbia Heights Day Festival. There was live music and pretty entertaining drunk people. I avoided alcohol, for many many reasons haha. Then I went over to Elyse's house to help her get things ready for her birthday party! The party was completely ridiculous. Elyse was trashed (I drank a little, but again with the night I had on Friday, I didn't get drunk) and very amusing. ( Allow me to introduce Chuck... )

In other news, I'm applying for many many jobs around DC. Hopefully something will work out this time. I may have some networking help with two of the positions, so I have hope. I feel like now that things seem to be going well in my life, how can any company turn me down? Excellent.

Oh goodness. Well, let's start with the play-by-play. Or the summary...whatever. Last night was ridiculous. I met up with Leah McKay and we spent an enjoyable couple of hours listening to her friend's band play at a pretty chill bar in Clarendon. I then migrated over to Tenleytown where I met up with the usual suspects and we wandered off to Clyde's. Ashley had a friend, "Canadian Dave," in town visiting and he was pretty cool. He is another McGill graduate and lives in Montreal. We discussed the state of Africa, travel in general, and love of foreign languages. At Clyde's, Spencer was finally back downstairs! It made me so happy. Danny poured me a free drink (in a big girl glass) which was so ridiculously strong that I only had one more drink after that, and I was trashed. Oh oh! Elyse got to come for the first time too! So anyway, when we got back, Elyse went to sleep in John's room and Dave started rubbing my back...yes he wanted to hook up. I was not particularly interested in doing this, so I managed to distract him somehow and run off to climb into bed with Elyse. Which was an excellent idea. John has the best comforter in the world. The only downside was the proximity of Mike's bed, and eventually Mike when he got home, since he was being really loud and woke me up.

However, after having the 15 millionth person tell me that he has been a complete jerk and a manipulative asshole, I'm starting to believe that I just don't care about him anymore. Frankly, it isn't worth the trouble. I've been depressed all week about it, and I'm tired of feeling so horrible about everything. I mean, I had one friend ask me what I would do if he came to me today and said he wanted to be my boyfriend and all that. I couldn't answer. Because I don't know what I would do. Which is stupid, but not worrying about it is the first little step I'm taking towards forgetting about it completely. So yay for that.

In other news, I still need a job. Boo.

So did anyone else notice that Wash from Firefly is the boss at E! in Knocked Up? I just noticed that today and I was sad that he didn't get to play with dinosaurs or be a space pirate. Even though his scenes in that movie are hilarious. That is all.

Ok so I know I'm going to sound stupid writing this entry now, because I was very angry when I wrote the last one and it was in the heat of the moment. I feel like I should defend Mike a little. I know he's an idiot who is very closed off, but he actually had good intentions about talking to me. I discussed this at length with Elyse. I felt like he was really being up front with me for once. He doesn't have a lot of time, and I knew that, and he did say he wanted a relationship the last time, but he was being unclear. So I took it as - now I'm your girlfriend - when that wasn't the way he took it. He admitted that it was his fault that things ended up the way they did.

As for the sleeping together thing...we were both pretty drunk, him more so than me. That doesn't excuse him, but it sort of explains a little. Plus, historically when we have these conversations I do hop right back into bed with him, so it was probably a bit of a shock for him that I stood up for myself this time. Which is not to say that it's ok that he was as angry about it as he was, but I feel like that was the alcohol again. Because I saw him yesterday afternoon and he was more social than usual, not awkward at all around me, and didn't seem angry. So, yes, I'm still stupidly hung up on him and I know it's a bad idea, but I've promised myself no more physical involvement unless he wants to commit. And hell, knowing him, I'll probably have moved on by that point. But I do feel the need to defend him a little. So there.

THE GIANTS WON TODAY! And I only had to take crap from one stupid prick of a Redskins fan, and that was only until the second half when the Giants starting looking really good and the Redskins fell apart. Yay for that. I hope this doesn't effect my ASL grade tomorrow (the prof is a huge Skins fan lol).

In other news, I think I'm done - at least for now - with moping over Mike. I'm just sick of the bullshit. I had an awkward encounter while I was very drunk on Thursday night (note to self: being ignored and also being extremely inebriated at the same time turns me into an emotional wreck). And tonight after the game, that I watched with friends from that house, I went back for celebratory hookah smoking and watched him thoroughly ignore every person in the room. I just think it's stupid and immature and I don't deal with stupid, immature people. Also, I feel like every time he's come begging to take me back he says one thing and then acts the complete opposite. I'm not ruling out that he'll do it again, but this time I think things will be different. So that's that.

Also I did a lot of going out this weekend and got attention from some cute boys, so that was fun and makes me feel more like I should get someone I deserve. We'll see. Elyse's birthday party is in two weeks and I'm very excited for that!

News news, there must be some news. Stress is starting to get the better of me, which I noticed when my neck started hurting again. It only does that when the tension in my back gets out of control. Needless to say, my friend Ashley spent about 20 minutes last night finding (and attempting to disperse) every knot in my shoulders. She was mildly successful, as many knots remain but most of the pain is gone. I think I'm just stressed about the job thing (still no word from VW) and about my love life - nonexistent. I'm pretty tired of waiting for things to happen to me, even though I haven't just been sitting around doing nothing. I think I'm going to suck it up and apply for the brand assistant position at P&G. I know it's really far away, but I think I just won't care at this point as long as I have a job and love that job. Plus when I think about it, I have to ask what's holding me here?

I love my ASL class. It's really fun to practice all the things we learn to sign and I love the idea of being able to communicate with the deaf. Plus we basically spend four hours every week flailing our arms around and what could be more entertaining than that? I have it again tonight.

I have been reading and playing lots of Warcraft. I also recently bought five dvd boxsets (Scrubs Season 5, Heroes, Ugly Betty, Firefly, and Undeclared) which I haven't gotten around to watching much of yet, but I'm working on that. I've been working my way through Heroes, since I love that one the most. What I really want to do now is find a way to make enough space in my room so I can move my book shelf up here. Right now I have nothing to hold books or DVDs, and it's driving me crazy. No books in my room!?!?! Well, of course there are, but they are strewn all over the place instead of being neatly organized on a shelf. Le sigh. That is all.

So this one was a bit crazy. There was just a lot going on. If any of you remember my friend Patrick from Purdue, he has moved here to go to Georgetown grad school and had his birthday on Friday. So I went out to dinner with him and some friends to celebrate and then went to my other friend Dean's birthday party. Elyse and I brought John and Vinny along for the ride (which was extremely entertaining). John managed to collect a flock of girl groupies within 15 minutes of arriving, which was really fun to watch, and even left with a phone number by the end of the night. Vinny was just drunk and resigned to all the pretty boys being straight haha. I shouldn't laugh, but he was very comical about it.

I slept in the house on the couch, as usual, that night. This time Mike did come home. I don't think he realizes that I wake up nearly every time he comes home, since I usually pretend to be asleep to avoid being awkward. Anyway, that night he spent like 10 minutes over by the front door and I know he wasn't taking his shoes off the entire time because I heard him do that. I thought he was going to wake me up and talk to me, which he didn't do, but he lingered around the kitchen a little bit too. I wish I could've looked to see what he was doing, but I was afraid he'd be looking at me, supposedly asleep on the couch. Anyway, I haven't automatically assumed that this means he even wants to talk to me, but it seemed out of the ordinary.

Saturday was pool with Kristie, Ari, Katie (!!! visiting from Baltimore), and Jon. Very fun, although my pool skills went down the toilet that day. It was also Elyse's housewarming party, which was extremely fun. I nearly got ridiculously drunk, but then realized that I was getting a little emotional (in a bad way) and went to bed to avoid embarrassing myself. Still the party was excellent and I'm looking forward to Elyse's birthday in two weeks.

Sunday was boring, except for football at the Malt Shop - super fun! My team got the crap kicked out of them, which was depressing, but the bartenders gave us free shots and tater tots to cheer us up, which was nice. I think I'll keep watching my games there for good now. I also had dinner with my friend Mike Repas (too many damned Mikes), a fun and relaxing evening. We caught up on a lot of stuff and he proclaimed me Queen of the Nerds (after I admitted to referencing All Your Base in a class blog lol).

This week is just more class and videogames, since there's nothing to do but wait to hear back from places I've applied to. Le sigh.

Aaaaaah...where to begin. Last night I got myself into all kinds of trouble at Clyde's. Not the drinking sort of trouble, like last week. No this week it was boy trouble. First I somehow agreed to go to dinner with my friend Edwin, thinking it was a nice friendly thing to do, and then heard from Spencer this morning that he's calling it a date. So bad...I'm not interested in him like that at all. Yikes. Also, Kristie basically yelled at me the entire drive back to the house that I should forget about Mike and give Bruce a chance...which spurred drunken texting to Bruce that has led to him promising to drive me home next week. I'm not so adamantly against that, except that I feel like I should be completely over Mike if I try to start something with Bruce, and I'm not yet. I also had this dude Seton hitting on me all night.

Pretty much all of my friends told me to forget about Mike last night. I understand where they're coming from and why they're saying it. I just can't seem to follow through though. Every time I think I might be angry enough to just write him off, I can't seem to do it. I kind of want to give him a chance to redeem himself, but I'm not sure how. I thought maybe staying at the house last night would do it, since if he wanted to talk, I would be there to talk to. But of course he didn't come home again. I guess I just wanted this too badly for too long. I know I'll forget about it eventually, but right now I'm not ready to let go yet. I should stop talking to my friends about it though so they can quit bothering me. So I guess that's it.

I hate that I'm being forced to take classes right now, even if I like the classes I'm taking. My ASL class is super fun. Yeah the old people annoy me - especially the creepy old guy who can't comprehend the gestures and stole my chair today, but god I love the rest of it. The French is interesting and fun to speak, even if the pronunciation often makes no sense whatsoever. Of course, I've run into the same problem I had in my German and Japanese classes in high school, which was that there is one chick who will not stop questioning every little grammatical difference between French and English (it's a foreign language for a reason, hello?) and the really stupid airhead chick who manages to speak French with a valley girl accent. Argh. German is, naturally, a joke. I took the first exam today and would've been done first except that I decided to review my answers. So unnecessary lol. At least the people in my German class tend to speak with reasonable accents.

I felt somewhat less depressed about Mike today. I still wish I knew what had happened (duh) and I still wish things would work out (however much my friends question the intelligence of that desire). I don't know. I feel very ambivalent. It would be nice to have something else to think about for a while. There are other boys around who I know I could date, but I just have no desire to.

In other news, my blood elf rogue is now at level 20, and my sim had twins. I've been playing a lot of computer games since the break up, since I'm now pretty much avoiding the house. Not completely, but I'm trying to stay away from it when I think he might be there. Tomorrow night will be the first night I've spent there in a week. Oh well. Perhaps more updating when something exciting happens.

So it's been an up and down kind of weekend. I have to say though, my mom asked me today if I was losing weight and I got to say, "Yes! Yes I am losing weight!" Nevermind the fact that it's because of the Symlin, which makes me nauseous and takes away my appetite. It's still doing it's job. My bloodsugar control has been ridiculously good for the past week and a half and I get to lose weight without putting in much effort. It's a wonder drug! Although, I do need to admit that I started running three times a week in the mornings. I figured a few endorphins couldn't hurt my shitty mood.

Yesterday my friend Mike Green (not to be confused with the Mike I was dating) called me to say that he would be in Georgetown and was going to bring my missing shoes. So Elyse and I headed to the Daily Grill to meet up with him. As usual, he was an hour late, but I got my favorite black flats back! We also discovered in the course of our conversation that he knows my friend Bruce, which was completely random. I mean, I don't get weirded out anymore by the fact that I'm friends with a 38 year old man (that would be Mike Green), but the fact that he's also friends with my 27 year old bar buddy? It's just odd. Later Elyse and I went to her house in Chinatown and had a good long talk about all kinds of stuff. I really missed those kinds of nights with her. I'm so happy she's back!

Today my parents forced me to go to the Sugarloaf Craft Festival with them. I mean, I like that kind of stuff, but I was not in the mood for it today at all. Still, I guess we picked out some nice things and saw some cool crafty-things. I then went to the house in Tenleytown to watch the Giants game with Mitch, thinking that I would get there late enough to miss Mike completely. No such luck. I endured an awfully awkward five minutes of being ignored, in front of Mitch, by focusing on my French vocab. Still, after that I felt physically ill and taking my Symlin later didn't help with that. Now it's time to study some more French and go to bed.

I think that's a book title, but I thought of it this morning and it fit. Angry ranting ahead: Read on at your own ( risk )

I did not get the job at Corporate Executive Board. Which blows.

I do not care to talk much about it at the moment, but they did ask me to interview for two different positions, which I guess means there's still hope if I care to pursue it.

So, I finished up my interview process at the Corporate Executive Board this week. I felt pretty good about the way things went, but I've been completely confident in the past and not gotten the job... I'm nearly completely broke and spent a good amount of time trying to scrape together the money I needed to pay my bills this week. Yuck. I just want a job already so that I can pay everything off and move out into my own place. Speaking of which...

At Clyde's on Thursday, I ran into the people who want me to wait until December to move so that we can all live together. Then our friend Jenna came into the mix and mentioned how she wants to move out of her place and then they all started talking about getting a house. I don't know. Part of me wants to live with these people, but most of me just wants to get an efficiency and have my own space. I worry about things like cleanliness and upkeep for a house. Granted, the land lord should take care of most maintainence issues, but I don't know if I even want to deal with it. And December...so far away...I want to move out now. =(

In other news, my parents have been out of town for most of the week, including this weekend. I dislike being in my house all by myself, although I really like having uninhibited access to the kitchen. I've been spending most of my time over at the house in Tenleytown. I think I need to give up vodka. Every time I drink it, I wake up the next morning with stomach issues. Boo.