Firstly, tomorrow my new roommate moves in. Yep, much sooner than anticipated. I admit, I am now freaking out. But, you know. Better than nothin', and I will get used to it eventually. I have to do some emergency cleaning in my apartment, just to make it presentable, and to get his room ready for him. I also have to get my wireless plugged back in, as this computer I work on--the desktop--is NOT a community compy, as I will make quite clear. Ezekiel is MINE. That's why he's password protected. *nods firmly*
Jesus. Roommate. Living with a dude. My stomach is knotting. If he'd moved in when he'd said he was gonna, I don't think I'd be spazzing out like I am right now, as I would've had time to prepare for it. As it stands, I...did not.
Bleh. Moving on. Other topics. That are still bleh, of course.
I recently suffered a crash. Not that kind of crash--I mean a bipolar crash. A lot of shit happened all at once and triggered a crash, and it left me pretty wrecked for about two weeks. However, after I recovered, I decided to try and bump myself out of it a little bit by dressing up more than I usually do. I wore my nice red polo, put my hair up in a clip and styled it, and wore makeup. I pretty much never do that. My therapist agrees that that is a good idea; if I put effort into my appearance on a regular basis, maybe it'll make me start caring more about myself. Unfortunately, it has had an unintended side effect.
*drums fingers* Matt the Less and I have pretty much zilch going on, we are just really good friends who have laughs and flirt a lot, and we've both opened up to the other about personal problems. However, there is a girl at work who either dearly wants to get in his pants or dearly wants to get her hands on those appealing dogtags and the money that goes with them. Three people think it's the latter, just so you know. Anyway, I was dressed nicely and he and I were walking back to the breakroom, and we had to walk by her to get there. Once we got out of earshot, he promptly turns to me and says, "Dude, I think she was giving you the evil eye for hanging out with me." I told him that was stupid--why the hell would she do that? Yeah, she would do that because she apparently has decided I'm some kind of competition for a piece of military meat. She has incessantly demanded now six times why I'm wearing makeup and outright accused me of doing it just so he'd notice me--not hard to miss the scathing note in her voice, too. I was extremely unamused; I am almost thirty years old. I am too old for this high school bullshit. Add to the fact that Bunny Boiler is practically stalking him at this point, and you have a recipe for DO NOT WANT. I hope this gets sorted out soon; I don't want to be in the middle of this drama.
And no, I didn't wear it so he'd notice me. But he did anyway. And made me blush.
Finally, the best news ever. The Rifftrax crew will be riffing none other than The Room for their next live show. I love Rifftrax live, and have always wanted to go and see one in theaters when they are broadcasting, but have never found the time or a theater close enough to me.
They will be broadcasting from Nashville. AND GEHAYI GOT ME TICKETS.
I AM GOING TO THE LIVE SHOW. I AM GOING TO SEE THEM ON STAGE, RIGHT THERE, RIFFING AWAY. I AM GOING TO BE PART OF THE AUDIENCE AND IF THEY DECIDE TO SELL THAT LIVE SHOW ON DVD, THERE IS EVERY CHANCE MY STUPID FACE WILL BE ON IT.
EVERYONE BOW DOWN TO GEHAYI. FOR SHE IS AWESOME AND I CAN NEVER REPAY HER.