Long time no see

Today is Meat and my two year anniversary. We both competely forgot. I mean, we remembered about a week and a half ago and kept mentioning it to eachother. I was supposed to be out of town at a career fair this weekend, that is until I flipped out at the airport and didn't get on the plane. With this in mind, Meat made plans, with my encouragement, to go to Cincinnati for the weekend. Moreover, I have finals this coming week. So even as I was driving back from the airport, I was thinking it's probably a good thing he is going to Ohio since I have to study.
We agreed last week to celebrate this coming weekend. And then we both forgot about it. I even drove him to the airport this morning. Kinda Ironic, or maybe just coincidence. He was flying out of national on delta two days after me.
Anyway, the hardest part about meat being gone, or when I travel without him, is falling asleep without him in bed next to me. Normally we lie very close together on our backs and one of us throws our inner leg over the other's inner leg. We fight for a little while over who gets to be on top, and he normally lets me win. Then as we start to drift off, I take my leg back and we just hold hands. Then right before we fall asleep, or probably right before I fall asleep since,honestly, I turn out the lights and he's snoring in fifteen minutes (asshole), we let go of eachother.
So tonight I can't drink to insulate myself from his absense since I have to study. I have to fall asleep on my own.
I watched some Alias and realized it was midnight and that I needed to fall asleep. I turned off the TV and turned on my side with the blanket snuggled around me. Normally,I try to imagine he is there anyway. Actually on Thursday night I ended up staying at my place and he at his b/c after I ditched on the flight I went O-U-T. So while, alcohol was on my side then, another thing that i think hel[ped was the fact that I had so much shit on my bed. Notebooks and clothing galore since I was recently packing for the fair. So that weight of all that crap, was kinda soothing to fall alseep under. A poor imitation of the real thing, but it wasn't nothing.
So today, I alternated between studying and cleaning, as you do. So now, not only do I not have enough alcohol in my system, but I also do not have any added weight on top of the covers.
So as I turned over just now, I was a first imagining him behind me. And then I thought, well jesus I used to sleep alone all the time. How did I do it then. I think an excess of scotch is part of the answer, but really, how did I do it? Did I fall asleep with the TV on every night?
I remember when MEat and I started dating how badly I was sleeping having to share the bed with someone else every night. And now, like its heroine, I can't fall alseep without him, his weight or his leg hairs.

New Place!

Honestly not havoing a job is almost more stressful than having one. But I seem better able to control my temper so maybe not.
Anyway, Sarahlea is coming into town on Sunday for a monday job interview. I am using this as an excuse to have most if not all my stuff in my new place.
Of course this only works if Big Sis's couch etc get delivered this weekend and not monday.
So if Big Sis's stuff comes this weekend then I will move everything this weekend
if not, I will wait and move my bed next week.
Plan? Plan!

Got myperiod yesterday

I was commenting toMeat coming out of the bathroom last night, that "god my period is always so chunky on the first day."

Not even looking up from the soccer game he was playing on the psp, he said, "You're going to miss this when you hit menopause."

On another note, I have had severe difficulties getting into and out of my house.

Last week, I was packing up my car and shut the internal door to the house without realizing it was locked. I had no wallet, phone, car keys of house keys on me. I sat around meat's house (as his obliging roomate let me in). Watching TV for a few hours.

Last night I lent Dr. Nate my keys so he could retrieve something he left over there from the 4th of July BBQ. When I checked to see that my keys were back in my purse, I failedto remember that the house keys were no longer on the car key ring. That I had infact seperated them so MGB could have access to our house in order to help on the 4th.

Atleast this morning, I brought my car ley with me so I could movemy car. I cannot however go to the gym since my memebership card is in ym house.

I plan to run up and down the stairs at meat's house and run around the block a few times.Hopefully... right?

Maawww

So I worked out with my trainer today and he said he said he could tell I hadn't been working out and pointed at his own midsection. Man, I thought t wasn't that obvious but I guess I was wrong. You know Meat can never ever say anything like that without pissing me off, but I wish my trainer would more often.
Also- NYC Prep, not too bad, but how can Jessie be so rich and so odd looking? like in an unattractive way? I can pretty much guarantee you that she will gain twenty pounds in college when her mind is opened beyond upper class NYC
Also I am excited to see Julie and Julia, so there. Meryl Streep is a babe

Bruised Crotchitis

I biked to alexandria yesterday. It was beautiful, scary and tiring. Not like aerobically tiring, but like my legs were a bit tired and my crotch was screaming in pain. Meat and I had to have very careful sex last night. And sitting on anything for me today is slightly painful...
Man i want to start moving already. I am attempting to pack up things I am not using currently but will need in my new place.
Oh also- I have the tv on, and this "Outofyourlife.com" commercial is so ridiculous and annoying and shitty for women everyhere, just like bridewars was embarrasing for our gender. It makes me so mad. I mean, why would you get rid of all that rad, real jewlry. Maybe I am baised since most of my stuff is platic based.
Part of moving into a new house has me keeping in mind all the things I would like to purchase for said new home. HG TV is not good for me.

Agenda

I've lost my "To Do" list. It is especially frustrating since I got two big checks for it on Saturday.
1. Signed a lease to a new place.
2. Got my health insurance card in the mail.
Huzzah!
But now all I remember needing to do is get a one month membership to the CH Washington Sport and Health.
Aside from all that, all I want to do is start packing stuff, which seems a bit preemptive...Move in date of July 1, but no one will be living there in July, and we all know I cannot sleep there without roomates.
Meat and I are deciding what to do this weekend. Either leave for NYC Friday afternoon or spend Saturday going to Monticello. It is a tough call since I have been wanting to go to both for some time now. Monticello perhaps is somewhat more appealing as it is only a day trip.
Man, West Wing, so good. Even when it was so bad.

Please dont think that I have abandoned ye,

but I have.
I don't know what makes me too busy to blog, but I am a littlebit embarrased.
I really don't understand how I am filling my days, but I seem to be.
Basically I do errands and stuff until like 3 or 4 and then i sit around the house and wait for Meat to come home and cook or watch a movie or something.
Yesterday tho, Meat took off of work and we were very busy all day.
1. Walter Reed medical museum- Awesome and free! So creepy, and graphic
2. Went to Dr. NAte's work. We got to touch hearts and brains. I felt a little sick afterwards
3. Went to the small mammal house open house- rad!
4. Watched the new Wonder Woman Cartoon movie, it was excellent
5. "napped"
6. Helped a firned move out of their apartment.
7. Watched two eipsodes of TNG
And today my beloved had to go back to work.
I am out in the burbs about to use the country club gym to get a run or something in.
I am going to feel really fucking bad about myself once the summer ends and I am ten pounds fatter.
Sarahlea is remarkably skinny, which implies to me that she is a) happy and b) using her free time wisely. She is also a vegetarian so I might try to argue that she has fewer bad things to avoid than me. But that is bogus.
My assumption is that she works out a shit ton. As such, I would like to start working out once in the morning when Meat gets up and once in the afternoon. And so I am going to toddle my fat ass over to the Columbia Heights Washington Sport and health to see if they will do me a one month membership since I will basically be moving and travelling from the end of july on.
On another non-fat related note- I need a father's day gift and a gift for my sister's birthday.
Please comment on possible gifts, motivating words of non-fattiness, offers to go to the gym with me.
Thanks,
Tweaks

Not working has left me uninformed and a bad blogger

This morning is one where I a enjoying being unemployed. Wake up, make coffee, eat papaya, long poop while reading new yorker. I have lunch with old co-workers and am making a fantastic dinner for a couple tonight, where I will have Meat and them pick out a new computer for me. And for once Meat wants to go to Target one night to purchase new sheets for friend of his coming into town on Sunday. Think of all the things I might be able to convince him to buy!
Of course there are still all the things hanging over my head, like:
Adding the doctor's contact info to my health insurance app.
Talking with AU about not unregistering for that summer class and the possibility that I owe them $3,000 weather or not I took the class (fuck me)
Calling the car repair place to tell them a month ago they installed my new door incorrectly so that it does not sit flush with the door. Obvi I have time to drop this shit off at their place to get it fixed...
Oh and finiding a new house to live in next year.

Anyway, I will just try and sit here in the bliss of relief of my morning poop.

Tho I am slightly hungover from trivia at Stetson's last night. Which proved to be a good time. I really want to stop drinking so much at night.
What is a good limit to set formyself? Aside from the hangover, I am concerned about the calories. Shit I don't want to walk away from this summer 10 pounds heavier.