Crazy Weekend

We spent three hours in the hospital Halloween night just like we did a year ago, same room and everything. Except this year we got to see a show across the hall... A coked out man on suicide watch screaming at the nurses to have him unrestrained. But let's back up a little...

Our bad luck started Friday night when it only took us an hour to get to St. Kitt's, an impressive record, and then another two hours driving around lost looking for a hotel. We ended up at the same expensive one as last year on the main strip. When we finally checked in at eleven, everybody was going clubbing just down the street in their costumes, but we didn't get the memo and we're pretty much the only ones costume-less. We got separated later on and I managed to lose my cell phone. I ended up going home with a friend of a friend, thinking we we're going to meet up with Brad, but no. I end up at this guy's apartment too drunk to find my way back. Luckily he didn't try anything or Brad would have fought him.

The next morning I made my way back to the hotel room to find blood all over our bathroom and blood-soaked towels - every single towel they gave us. I'm thinking - WTF!?!? I wake Brad up to find even more blood on his pillowcase. So he explained the night before that he got thrown out by the bouncers and that's why he went missing. He mistook a little guy in a bouncer's uniform as a Halloween costume, so they threw him out thinking he was wasted, and cut his head nicely on the curb. For some insane reason he didn't want to get staples like last year so he decided to skip the hospital, but I made him go later. He ended up getting five stitches this year and I held his hand the whole time. It looked so painful, I swear I think I felt his pain.

We spent three hours there, met some nice people and some crazies, before we made it to our friend's big bash. Somehow though, it turned out to be a great weekend.

Now? His parents left for Florida so Brad's man of the house. That's what I like to call him and I think it's so sexy watching him do everything. I slept over last night after work, but today was kind of miserable. I don't know why but I was in the worst mood. We had sex last night but we had to shhh because his older brother was sleeping. We didn't even take advantage of the empty house today though. So he's out with his friends now and I got him to drop me off at home. Last weekend was crazy enough, I think this one might just be low-key. I'll see him at the end of the weekend and we'll take advantage of that empty house!!!

Happy Halloween

Pretty Much, I Have the Best Boyfriend Ever.

I hadn't seen Brad in a few days because I've been working so much, and he's been helping his parents sort out a lot around the house before they leave for Florida this winter. We were supposed to have a movie date last night, but I picked up an extra shift hoping I would be off by 9 except then it got super busy.

I was soo close to having a meltdown in kitchen. The cook was trying to talk me down from like full-on screaming. It was just so incredibly hectic, one of the worst shifts I've worked so far and totally unexpected since it was a Thursday night. I didn't even realize how upset I was until Brad walked in around 9 and I ran to go hug him. I thought I was going to burst into tears right then and there, but having him around made things better. It slowly started to die down, the girl I was working with who was driving me crazy left early, and I had a moment to clean the damn place. It ended up taking me an hour after closing to finish, and the cook had left, so Brad and I had a couple of drinks in the dark bar and just talked for awhile. We're thinking of going to Florida this December, and Mont Tremblant for snowboarding with my family this February!

It was so nice having the place to ourselves, and I thanked him over and over again for being the best boyfriend ever and helping me out with closing. We went back to my house afterwards to "watch a movie", but of course we didn't watch the movie and just fooled around instead. We fell asleep right after and slept until 7 this morning. Now he's gone, and I'm just getting ready for a day of tanning and shopping with my friend. Her birthday was a couple days ago, so I think we're going to go out later to celebrate it!

Hopefully I'll get to see Bradley again after work tomorrow night or Sunday... and maybe if Victoria's Secret is finally open I can buy a surprise for him today!

I Love Booty Calls

Bradley called me yesterday afternoon to make plans for the night. We went out for dinner, smoked a joint and went to see Zombieland. It was funny but then I got scared and I wished he was there to sleep next to. So Brad was helping his parents out at home today and dropped by while he was in town picking something up. He scared the absolute crap out of me at my bedroom door!!! Then we did it from my kitchen back to my room, and he left an hour later :) I'm leaving for work now, same shift tomorrow, maybe another surprise afternoon visit? It was so worth it.

Seriously Sucks

Last night Brad started ranting basically about what is posted below. He doesn't want to grow up or think about the future because it's depressing, and I'm like the polar opposite. He's not sure he's cool about his brother moving out or his friend getting engaged, and I'm totally psyched! He doesn't believe in marriage, and I do. I don't know if it's the priest and paper thing or the commitment thing he has a problem with. Either way, he doesn't think about me in his future, or the future period. It would be different if he lived day by day to the fullest, but I feel like we're both just biding time right now, so it's like he's not living for today or tomorrow.

I don't like that I can't talk about our future together because it "freaks him out". I'm NOT one of those naive girls who thinks "together forever" but when I picture going to school, I picture him at my homecoming and visiting me on weekends. When I picture moving out, I wonder what it would be like to have him as my roommate. When I imagine getting married, as every girl does once in awhile, I definitely don't see a blank face as my fiance. Of course it's Brad, why wouldn't it be? I love him now, so I want him then. It doesn't mean things won't change down the road. People drift apart, make mistakes, fall out of love. All you can do is close your eyes and hope for the best.

It bothers me that he's soo logical and refuses to think that far ahead because who knows what will change... Where's the fun in that? I reeeally don't want to think about all of this. He loves me. We're young. Go with the flow. I think I'm okay with that, but there's that little nagging voice that's like, what happens if in five years we're still together and he still doesn't want to grow up? Then I'm screwed!

Fun Week Of No Work...Now What?

So it has been made official, I quit my job and have had one of the most relaxing weeks in a long while. Since I didn't have anything to really do during the days, I have been going over to Emily's house in the morning and crawling into bed with her while she is still asleep. We will usually sleep until about 1:30pm, wake up and take advantage of the empty house. It is too bad that this lifestyle couldn't be permanent because that would just be awesome, but eventually the money would run out and then what? I just think it is such bullshit that we get to the age of 5 and start school, and at the end of grade 12 it is one of two options: Go to college/university and get a further education to hopefully get a better job, or start working right away. I personally chose the first option, but then after three months realized how much I actually hated school, so I came home and worked. I went through a couple of jobs before I went to work with my buddy at a landscaping company, which is the job that I just quit. So here I am, feeling like I am staring at a blank wall, not sure what to do next. I want to be able to live my own life without some boss telling me what to do or having to worry about money. I want to be living in a nice house with nice things, able to travel anywhere and anytime I wanted. Guess what you need to do that? Money. Guess what you need to do to get money? Work. Seems unfair to me that we don't get to live our own lives until we retire at an age when we don't have the same energy we used to. Unless you win the lottery or have some setup ready for you that most people would never get, we are stuck in this rat race along with everyone else. I guess some people are happy with their jobs, but that is a small percentage. I am one of those people who would be happiest making lots of money while not working, and I don't think too many people in the world would disagree. So now, my plans for the future, I am going to get my real-estate license and work my ass off for the next little while. My parents have done well for themselves in this business and they are pretty much retired at a fairly young age. Thing is, they didn't start as young as I am about to, so I am hoping to make the money I want and be able to retire in time to live my own life.
Alright, enough ranting for tonight. I'm going to crawl into bed with Em whose sleeping over tonight and already asleep.

No Fighting Streak

So Brad and I fought for the first time in weeks, maybe months, yesterday. We've been sooo good together lately, it felt like the beginning of our relationship all over again. Then yesterday he was supposed to come over and spend the whole day in bed with me since it was finally an actual rainy day off work for both of us, and it's been awhile if you know what I mean... But he totally slept in and didn't come over until 5 so I didn't have the house to myself anymore. We have to be really sneaky in my house so I thought he would stay late so we would get the chance when everyone went to bed. UFC was clearly more important since he told me he had to leave by 9, so I switched into bitch mode going off about why he would even come over in the first place if we only had a couple hours and he was tired anyways... When I went downstairs, he just left without saying bye, which he's never done before so he was obviously pissed off. So I called him and started yelling, which got him even angrier and he told me to stop acting like a 10-year old, which I haaattte. Cleeearly I'm upset and those comments don't help. When he hung up on me because I was "repeating myself" I sent him the nastiest text, which I feel bad about now because he texted me back that it was "a bit much" and "you know I don't handle these situations well". He told me to call him later when we both calmed down, but I didn't. The thing is, he aaalways does this, he wastes an entire night being angry when we could have just figured it out without him leaving and still had a good night. So I was prepared to wait days but he ended up calling me at 11:30 to say sorry anyways. I told him that just because we see each other pretty often doesn't make the days that we hang out insignificant or unimportant. I told him I wasn't going to apologize because I feel like I always do and this time it was his fault. Maybe if I hadn't switched to bitch mode and asked nicer then Brad would have stayed later, but I don't feel like I should have to convince him because that just makes me feel like an idiot. I told him to be a man and deal with your women, don't just take off. I've told him countless times before that he's going to have to listen to me and talk until the problem is resolved. Like I said, by resolved I don't mean six hours later when we've wasted the night being mad at each other. Anyways, long story short, he gets it but I still don't think it's going to be any different next time. We can work on it as much as we can, but in the end I think we just handle confrontations verrry differently. But I love him and at least he called to apologize so he better make it up to me soon. Hello, I haven't gotten laid in a week AND A HALF!