Lindsey

That’s my only question as I start this blog. Last night I tried to write one. It was definetely negative, since that’s about how I’ve been feeling. But then the cat stepped on my computer and lost it before I’d saved it. Probably a good thing, since if anyone had read it they probably would have called Bryce to make sure there aren’t any sharp objects or loose cords around.
Basically, I haven’t been in the best mood lately. Crabby, if you will. I don’t think I even like myself. So imagine how I feel about everyone else. Although I’m not sure whether this post will be any better.
Right now my life consists of avoiding homework, dreading finishing the wedding invites, doing homework, slaving at Applebee’s, and being sick every other day.
The stress of everything has kicked my IBS into full gear. I have irritable bowel syndrome, a doctor’s way of saying your symptoms are real, but you don’t have parasites or an ulcer, so i’m going to be too lazy to find out the real problem. So I’ve had my normal symptoms, and I’ve added even better ones. Sometimes if I have a few drinks, I throw up the next day. This has happened multiple times (at least 5 in the last 4 months). I also throw up for no apparent reason except having recently eating. Like at work last night. And, no I’m NOT pregnant, although many people assume that when I tell them. Yes, my stomach is distended and bulges like a three month bump, but I assure them I’m not. And then they want to know if it is creepy Woody’s, the resident weirdo at Applebee’s, whom if you ever come to visit we will show you. He applied to work there before they built it like 7 years ago. He’s also get a speech impediment, and is the meanest slightly mentally challenged person you will ever meet. He also has the hots for any relatively good looking woman there, and buys them really expensive birthday presents.
That paragraph, although revealing only a small portion of my gastrointestinal problems, is more information than anyone wanted to know, I’m sure. I could tell you about more, but trust me (or ask Bryce, he will tell you not to ask).
Bryce finally got his computer working, which means the peace and tranquility of the apartment is destroyed by his obnoxiously loud tower. Is there a way he can make it quieter? I can hear it from my room with the door closed as he downloads crap overnight. You have to turn the tv up a few notches to hear the tv, and well, I don’t like it.
Did I mention I’ve been crabby? I could scroll up and check , but I think I did.
Anyways, every little thing that sometimes annoys me has been driving me nuts. Like people who can’t close their mouth when they eat crunchy foods, people whose jaw pops when they eat, and people who chomp their gum with their mouth open in closed areas like cars, Bryce. Most of these have been occurring with people I generally like and aren’t annoyed by, but there is nothing I hate more than mouth noises. Literally, nothing as trivial bugs me as much. My sister used to eat everything in the most annoying way possible (on purpose), and it has scarred me for life. There are also other things that bug me, like talking on the phone incessantly, especially when I have dinner ready and you’ve been home for twenty minutes and you still haven’t talked to me. And I’m hungry, smelling food I’ve generally cooked for an hour or more. Maybe I’m talking about Bryce, hard to tell? Seems not that important but, maybe it is?.?.
Maybe my inability to get over “the little things” is why everyone likes Bryce more than me. When I go to work at Applebee’s, there are several people who come up to me and say “When’s Bryce working?”. Yes, nice to see you too, go check the schedule. Never actually said that yet, but I think it every time. I mean, I’m going to marry him, but I’m not just Bryce’s fiance and his secretary. I exist. I existed before I met him, and there are some people (I know, hard to believe whats coming…) who think I’m a funny person. Dropped the bombshell this time. Gasp! Lindsey funny? She’s just Bryce’s bitchy girlfriend. I just think my humor escapes some (maybe most) people, and people take me way too seriously. Sarcasm and negativity aren’t funny to everyone, I guess. Well, maybe that and that I’m always crabby.
Where is this post going? I think I’ve shown at least 12 different neuroses by now.
I guess I’m just feeling forgotten and annoyed with everything. Maybe because I’ve forgotten everyone else. I apologize for being a terrible person in the keeping up with everyone department, but I said it would be that way, and I’d only be kidding myself if I promised to change.
Wow, negative post. Probably the most negative I have ever read on any of the milesrausch.com webblog roll. I guess moving 1500 miles away and having only Bryce to keep you sane and it always raining make a person depressed. It’s always fricking raining here. I hate cold rain and the way it soaks up your pants legs and then sticks to your legs all afternoon. And soaks into your shoe.
Sidenote, I believe the one curse word was the first time for my blog. I’ve really let myself go.
Also, no one hate me for this post for the several references to Bryce bugging me on here. I DID realize my audience, but I’m too old and lack too much shame to lie. I DO realize its mostly his family and friends that read it. And that I probably only wrote them due to crabbiness and incessant need for Kaopectate this morning. And maybe lack of shame.