Emails With Jeremy

From: Jeremy

Sent: Friday, April 20, 2012 3:01 PM
To: Tina

Subject: Yo Homes!!

Say!! 

I was speaking with your man accessory the other day and he told me that you are the mastermind behind the 4th of July celebrations this year. I want to put a bug in your ear. As you know the 4th is on a Wednesday this year sooo, I was hoping that the weekend of the 6th would work on account of me having those days off. It would be in everyone's best interest (I feel) if I were to attend because...well.. lets be honest...im the shit. If indeed the 6th?? Annual Welch River Run is to be on the weekend of the 1st then I guess Im left with two options. 1. Offer you the Olive Branch and all is forgiven or 2. Destroy you!!!. Please Advise. 

Smooches, 

Jeremy 

--------

Jeremy T.,

You are in LUCK sir.  Andy K. and Myself are the head of this year’s July 4^th committee, as unfortunately, Branden B. proved to be an inadequate president.  She and I convened last evening and discussed the planning of this year’s events.  We came to the conclusion that it is in everyone’s best interest to hold this celebration the weekend of the 6^th, to your satisfaction I am sure.  The schedule so far reflects a gathering on the night of the sixth at the residence of the Arneson’s, with their approval of course (please supply your own tent or sleeping apparatus).  We are anticipating that copious amounts of alcohol will be consumed at this location and the populous will be remaining there for the evening.  The next morning we will assemble the crew and commute to the Welch river as you mentioned,  where we again, plan to undertake the task of getting sloshed.  Please send confirmation that you comply to the above schedule, as it is imperative that you attend.

Respectfully yours,

Tina

-----------

Tina, 

Some text has been removed.... I would like to apologize. I do not typically resort to threats as a means of persuasion however, due to the definite pertinence of the situation at hand I felt as though it was necessary in order to sway the events in my favor. Obviously, I had forgotten that great minds think alike. In response to your statements on sleeping arrangements. I would like to inform you that I have made preemptive reservations at the chateau were me and one lucky lady will be.... oh never-mind... May I inquire? Is there a limit on how "sloshed" one may become? If not, I would like to apologize in the fore on account of my being incapable of gauging exactly how much is too much.

Most indubitably, 

  

Jeremy 

  

I swear to god, this is just how we talk.

Some Kind of Change Train

I think I'm so stuck on all of the changes in my life that I feel I need to completely revamp everything.  I don't think it's a bad thing necessarily but it feels weird so far. I have a ton of things going on that just came into my life in the last month, two new jobs (one of which I'm already going to quit for sanity's sake), new friends, a wedding to help plan/be in (in September already, holy crap) and summer projects.  I guess that doesn't sound like that much but when I think about everything it involves, it's a little overwhelming, but somehow in a good way.  I have a lot to be excited about right now.  I just hope I stay on the exciting side and less on the stressed-the-ehf-out side. 

That all being said, I totally want to learn piano.  Like really learn it.  I always get this longing to be able to play when I hear it and maybe that's normal for everyone else who is obsessed with music?  I don't know, because most people I know are musicians, lucky talented bastards.

But when I sit and listen to Dan (the bf) and my friends making music, I get so incredibly jealous that I can’t be involved in something awesome like that.  I don't mean being in a band necessarily but to simply create such inspiring sounds. I want to do it for myself, simply for my own pleasure. I'd say worth it.  So after trying for basically the first time on Dan’s piano this weekend I think I could actually it if I practice enough.  Maybe I’d just learn the beautifully eerie piano parts of Radical Face’s music (that shit just takes over when I listen to it), that’d do it for me.  This weekend I learned/was taught the intro to one of their songs, and now I caught the bug and I almost bought myself an M-Audio keyboard this morning.  I know I could do it if I stay motivated, cause right now it’s all I can think about.  So why not, right?  I guess I just should, my new thing is trying to just do shit for me that’s going to make myself happy and this is one of those things.  I think I can justify it. 

Music has always been a huge part of my life, I think it’s time I start making it again.  Maybe I’ll pull out the dusty old clarinet, and pump out some tunes on that thing.  If I still can that is.

Conversations With Erik Cont.

I pulled this from priva-blog:

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

A Good Day, An Entertaining Friend

I'm in a good mood.  And I didn't know who to share this with cause most wouldn't get it so here you go Interweb, meet my funny friend Erik.  Maybe you guys won't get it either. Ehf I'm such a dork.

Me: PS. Not to be a text whore but have you seen Better Off Ted?

Erik: Nope I haven’t.  Also, what is a text whore?  Am I being charged for this?

Me:  …I thought we had an understanding…dammit there goes my rent for this month.

---Later---

Me: Hopefully more Catan to be had unless you guys don’t wanna play me anymore. Bah!

Erik:  Yeah, about that?  I’m going to need to borrow your game for the newly formed “Kool Kids Katan Klub”.  I’d ask you to join, but, no girls allowed…

Me:  Oh, ok, Lets see…no.  And forming a KKKK group is probably a really bad idea anyways.  I started my own girls club but girls suck so it’s just me but let me tell you, I win alllll theeeeee timmmmeee.

Erik:  (A typical girls club meeting)  Anyone wanna trade a sheep for a wheat?  Anyone??  **crickets** Well fuck you guys, I’m the banker anyways.

Me:  God you’re fucking funny

I can't keep up with this kid.  He's fantastically funny.

This is where #2 of Erik's wins come in.

Number 1 probably came from something involving discs (or dicks as we call them)...and now that I think about it, he's at 4...cause one of the first nights we hung out last summer, we had some text conversation involving me peeing on his bed which I'm guessing is why we're such good friends now.  Because who wouldn't be stoked to be friends with a bed wetter?  That sounds much worse than it really was but I don't care to explain except that it actually involved pig and dicks...see now that totally cleared/cleaned it up for you right?  Have fun with your imagination on that one, internet. 

Conversations With Erik (Edited)

I guess I'm starting to just input some text conversations I have with my friends/boyfriend here.  Cause I think they're funny, even if you don't.

Erik: I hate time off, I feel like I forget a ton.

Me:  Waiiiiit..."I hate time off" no one ever says that. Ever.  I'm worried about you.

Erik:  No I mean "Time off from discing"  I feel like I lose all my backhand work and good forehand control
(none of you probably get this, unless you're into disc golfing in which case, call me, let's go.)

Me:  Oh gosh ok...thank god!  You scared me. ok yes I understand.  I haven't gotten out as much as I like but played in the rain last night.  Bruised the shit out of my knuckle because of...wet release...mmmm I'm sure you'll do fine though, I'm not too much for competition but beware, I'm on love with my new destroyer aaaaand that putter I picked up.  I can't take credit though.  It's just the discs.  My o my am I chatty. sry

Me:  In love* not on it.  Not sure what that is.  X maybe?

Erik:  Jesus, Chaaaaty haha, I don't know how to answer that text...while driving...

Me: Haha yeah.  Sorry, I'm a lot to handle right now.

I'm a little impressed with myself right now, normally I have a hard time keeping up with his amazing humor/timing.

Score:
Erik like 3/Tina 1

Edit:  Erik 4/Tina 1

Movin' On Up.

I accepted an offer for a new job today.

I am getting a 17% increase from what I am at now and the position leaves me a ton of room to learn and advance my skills as a banker.

I’m excited, now that the dreadful act of putting in my two weeks is over with.  It is done, my last day as an employee at my bank is May 2^nd.

This whole thing with getting a new job that pays me super well is coming along with a ton of different feelings. 

Optimism- I’m moving forward again, I am finally getting past that feeling that I have no idea what I’m doing with my life (which I’ve had ever since I left my ex and my house…more importantly my house(sadly)).  I’m doing things for me again, and although I’ve hoped to be able to share this experience with people close to me more than I have, the sense of independence is nice.  Like no matter what, I’ll be okay now.

Financial solidity (if that’s a feeling)-  I have so many options now.  1.  Get my own place.  2.  Pay off my student loans in a year and 4 months (wow) 3. Travel. 4.  Get my back fixed 5.  Remove teeth of wisdom 6. Buy better car than planned. 7. All of the above in a much shorter time frame.

Fear-  This is where the “What if I’m not good enough” comes in, which, to be honest is just something I’ve always been worried about and probably irrelevant by the way things sounded in the interviews.  In reality it’s more of a concern that I won’t be self motivated enough but with the kind of money coming in that will be, I doubt it will be an issue.

Self-worth- I’m accomplishing things I hadn’t expected I would at this point.  I finally realized my potential and did something about it and now this company wants me and is willing to invest their money in me.  I feel like I’m worth it again.

Damn right!- I will be making more money than most people I know, especially, but not limited to my age group.  That feels cocky but fantastic.  You know what world?  I’m kicking ass.  I was down for some time but I pulled myself back up and kept on going. 

I’m excited to feel so alive again, so worth it, so important and impressive.  I feel impressive!  Something I had some time ago that I have lost in all my bazaar life dealings in the last few months but fuck yeah, I am god damn accomplished.

Maybe you're thinking "geez, she's humble..." (sarcasm if you don't get me) but I've been so down in the dirt for months.  I've felt so inadequate and I've been wondering why I'm not good enough for a long long time and I'm just sick of it.  So if I need to give myself that little boost because no one else will, so be it, call me a cocky bitch, I don't care.  I need it from someone.

And So The Beginning of My Paint Pictures

To lighten the mood a little bit (and also because I've had some "Fucking Relaaaaxxxx" tea...  This is where it all Began:

This is a Taco Fish, I made it for you.

For my friend Andy

And my boyfriend.

My plan for some gardening this summer...absolutely beautiful right?

This is (as it states) my friend Erik.  All of the above is 100% accurate if you use your imagination.  He totally deserved this cause...well he's kickass.

Me trying to explain to my friend Jeremy what the lagoon will look like after I'm done with it, though now that I'm seeing it again, he might have gotten a better idea if I had NOT brought Paint into this.

There is one more but it deserves an entire post to itself.  More to come.

I promise.

Here's to Back Pain

I just wanted to write something out quick about chronic pain and how I would never ever wish it on anyone.

I’m sitting at work, haven’t done anything to hurt myself lately and in fact have been getting massages to try to help out my back yet here I am in tears because I cannot find relief.  I took some Tylenol back and body over a half hour ago and nothing.  My hips are throbbing and my entire spine aches like I have the flu.  I’m trying to be strong and hold back my tears but I can’t, it’s not fair.

I am 23 years old and I suffer from scoliosis.  However mild it appears, it effects my life every day.  It makes me wonder why I have it, why was I given this crippling pain bullshit?  Is it supposed to make me stronger?  Because as I see it now, it makes everything harder.  It takes my good days and throws them out the window.  It keeps me from good times with friends, it causes strife in my relationship and friendships.

I need money and time to get rid of it and the thought of doing all that and coming out exactly where I am is terrifying but likely as we “Tried” to stop it when I was a kid.  But here I am ten years later, scared to death I will never have kids, and in the kind of pain that completely distracts your mind.

I want out.  I want a new body.