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Wednesday, 02 July 2008

Weekend Recap: Love For Sale

Recently people have been bringing up the subject of love w/ me. Either it's that I should be more open and expressive w/ it, or accusing me of being in love (yeah, I know, like it's a bad thing (in my opinion I guess)) or asking if I'm in love, again in my mind an accusatory thing. Wouldn't want people to think I have a heart. Well sure I have been wondering myself if I am in love and at first I was pretty sure I was not. I've been in relationships where I was definitely in love and I've been in ones where I really wasn't but went along w/ the "i love you"s anyway. haven't been in love in a very,very long time so not even sure how to know. so recently i've been trying to figure it out, not that it really matters to me but curious. i was pretty sure no i'm not, i have no feelings that i would think constitute love. then things started to change and i felt something, lots of things, and just not sure if that was love or something else. i one day felt like it was love and wanted to say it but kept myself from doing it because what if i regretted it. so i've kept myself from saying it for a very long time now and have lots of times been glad i did. i've realized my love is very conditional and when things are good i love you but if you piss me off forget it, no love here.

so all these influences finally got to me after spending thursday night out w/ t dealing w/ our issues since our bff relationship was ruined, breaking down in front of her at the bar over it (i'm sure she thought i was incapable of crying), 5 beers (always an important factor), and checking my email before bed to have another person ask about the love thing. db was sitting next to me in bed when i turned to him and said something awful like 'fine, i [fucking] love you, everyone keeps asking about it, now i've said it, okay.' not sure how accurate that is but along those lines. after feeling retarded for saying it like that i actually said 'i take it back.' ha, that wasn't very helpful. just made things worse. didn't really recover after that and kept up my typical mean heather disposition. had to sleep it all off. since then not sure what i think. i guess it doesn't really matter when i'm in a relationship w/ someone i probably shouldn't be in one w/ and it seems neither of us thinks it'll go anywhere. what's the point? waste of time? i don't want it to be but how can i take it seriously? doesn't make things any easier.

moving on, friday night db went to nh, i couldn't go because i was on call so just had a very early dinner w/ him at zen and then hung out at home w/ cleo and my laptop until i met rr/j later that night at bennigan's for a second, late dinner. then they came over and rr gave my bike a seal of approval for our bike ride the next morning.

woke up 5:30 saturday morning to get ready for the ride. called them when i was leaving my house to meet them at beacon and mass ave. got there about 10 min. before them. nice. so now we're together and they are in charge of the ride. we have to get out to arlington center to actually start the ride. the ride was only a 17-miler but including the distance to get there and back it was 30 miles. the ride was pretty fun. no getting lost, no falling down, the hills were tough but i could get up them. all in all a great ride. feeling very confident, the opposite of what i normally feel like when i refuse to ride my bike because i'm afraid. on the way home on mt. auburn street i was riding behind rr/j, right behind j actually, well inside the white line, i don't think there was a bike lane there, but we were not at all in the road when a commercial truck came very close to j and since i was a tad bit closer to the white line than j i actually got hit by the truck along my left side. it all happened so fast though. rr was ahead so he had no idea. j heard me yell but thought it was because the truck was so close. she didn't see it hit me but when it scrapped along my left side it threw me off balance and how i didn't fall i'm not sure but i did end up in the middle of the road where, though i didn't know at the time, a passenger truck almost hit me. i stood there for a bit trying to get my bearings, yelling to rr/j that he hit me and watching the truck drive away not able to get license #. after steaming about it for a bit we kept going thinking maybe we'd find the truck again. down the road i got stopped by the driver of the passenger truck that said he almost hit me but got the license # of the truck. that was nice. luckily i got home in one piece w/ just a little injury. check rr and j's description. i took pics but they aren't really worth showing.

I reported it to the police on monday. i chose to just have them contact the company/driver and let him know that he hit me, in case he didn't know, or at least know he's a dick for not stopping. hopefully if he did it again they'd have a record of him doing it to me or something. i didn't need to get insurance companies involved, i wasn't hurt enough to even see a doctor so no point in taking it that far. that was the exciting bike ride for saturday.

then i hung out resting in bed w/ laptop, no sleep, waiting for db to get back from nh. we ended up running 3 miles w/ cleo. it was later in the day so at that point i felt okay. not too sore though it was very hot. i had lots of calories to replenish that day and saved a bunch of them for Cafe Belo, the awesome Brazilian place in Allston/Brighton on Brighton Ave. db had never been so i knew he was missing out and would love it. it was great! can't wait to go again.

saturday night went to dancing on the charles w/ db and met his friends there. it was okay fun, except when my hair almost caught on fire w/ the open flame torches lining the path. if db hadn't said anything i would have been torched because i was clueless and standing so close to the flames blowing in the wind. when we got home that night i wasn't tired at all. i wanted my own dance party w/ db but he wasn't into it. he was tired. i went to bed mad. not good.

had an awesome breakfast sunday morning at the pour house. i got corned beef hash w/ scrambled eggs, hash browns, toast. i know the hash is so bad for me but i have trouble finding it in boston, the kind from the can i mean, i don't want the homemade kind. so i always have to ask if it's homemade and when people say yes they think that's a good thing so when i decide not to order it they are surprised but if they say it's not homemade they think i don't want to order it. the breakfast was plain and simple good breakfast. no fuss. yum. on the way back to my place we got a ride from one of those guys that bikes you. it was a short ride but fun for a change. though i like to walk and burn more calories. later that day we drove to nahant w/ cleo (she took me to the gazebo). walked around there for awhile, cleo was okay but you can't really take her off-leash and not pay attention. we did a little but she makes me really nervous because she will run away. it was a quiet little town on the water w/ narrow streets. hope you liked it cle.

cleorj

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