Babble

I admit that I’m the worst slacker ever when it comes to blogging these days. All I’ve been doing is working and seeing my family, friends, and sweetie. This leaves surprisingly little time for sitting down at my computer and just blogging about nothing.
Still, the free time that has been otherwise occupied has been fun. I love the fact that liquor flows so abundantly in the summertime. Don’t get me wrong-I still that have uber-nerdy mentality of “I can’t get loaded tonight, I have work/school/some other nerdy priority” tomorrow morning.”. I must admit that I did a fair job of destroying this mentality on Saturday when we went out to the Riverbend Boston Pizza’s. But that wasn’t really my doing, it was more Geoff looking at me in his sardonic fashion and pointing out that I’m not 50 years old, don’t have kids, and put far too much emphasis on “mature and responsible” decisions. I decided he was right, and had a great night fueled by beer, supported by great conversation, and completed by a drunken saunter home with three of my favorite guys (yes, believe it or not, that actually includes Zan. I mean, we did get engaged. I have to include him at some point.). For those of you who are wondering, Zan and I decided that when we’re 65 and unwed, we’ll get married out of desperation so that we can have a spouse to torture, humiliate, and ultimately share our misery. I can’t quite recall WHY we made this agreement, but I’m sure we knew what we were doing. Anyway, it was a super night with my fabulous roomie Jordan, his buddy and my apparent fiancé Zan, my wonderful boyfriend Geoff, and my favorite co-workers Krista and Alex. To round off the party was Alex’s fiancé Simon, who I quite liked. Vic and Aaron also joined us briefly, but had other people to see. All in all, it was a good night. With the exception of jumping down off the bar stool and running outside ever time a cigarette was wanted.
Which brings me to my other rant about this no smoking in bars shit. I HATE the fact that we all have to heard outside and light up. It’s a total joke, I’m not a big fan of the interesting drunken men that we encounter when we go out. I hate getting leered at the best of times, when I’ve been drinking and I’m feisty it’s far worse. I didn’t do anything, and fought to keep the sarcasm at a minimum, but if this is a pattern that is going to continue, then I might have to think about quitting. I’ve actually given it a lot of thought lately. It’s such a stupid thing to do, and I just know that Geoff is going to try and quit this winter. I don’t smoke inside my home, car, or work, so really that just leaves me the -40 bullshit to deal with. So am I going to quit? Maybe. Let the temperature call the shots.
So last night I had an interesting experience. My apartment was empty, so I did my hair all cute, and made sure I looked decent. I lit a candle and invited Geoff over…when he got here, he declared a deep hankering for some Die Hard, and I wound up feeling my cute hair go flat, my cute outfit get wrinkled, and witnessed Bruce Willis pretend to be superhuman with blood, guns, and explosions for three hours. Any other time, I would have been pissed. But I was just content to be with him, and didn’t even mind watching a formulaic action film for three hours. He even got a back massage while watching the film. I guess this experience just proves that there are varying ways to attain intimacy, and weirdly enough, Die Hard wasn’t all that shabby a method.
Oh, and can I just add on a nice little “fuck you” to all those who were lucky enough to obtain the new Harry Potter book? It’s Harry Potter or basic living, and as it is, I’m thinking I might just live off soda crackers for a week so I can buy the book. And the “fuck you” is only intended for those who can’t keep their mouths shut about it.

Okay kids, I have to add this into my blog. I found it on Jdot’s, and I liked it, so I’m just going to directly copy and paste the one we did together

I found this on Guillaume's blog (i've made a few minor changes)
:01. Reply with your name and I will write something short about you.
02. I will then tell what literary work that I think aptly characterizes you.
03. If I were to apply a day of the week to you, it would be...
04. I will try to name a single word that best describes you.
05. I'll tell you the most memorable moment I've had with you.
06. I will tell you what animal you remind me of.
07. I'll then tell you something that I've always wondered about you.
08. Put this in your journal.

Now I'll give you an example of what my response might be. I'll use what he wrote about me.

1. Keltie
2. valley of the dolls
3. Wednesday afternoon
4. calculating
5. vic and aarons bbq
6. definatley a cat

7. why do you trust my opinion about your shoes?
C’mon. It’s uber-nerdy fun.

Anyway, that’s it for now. See ya on the flip side.

-K

Quote du Jour
“Othello is the shit!”
-Simon