So begins the month of freedom before second semester. This first weekend, I blatantly ignored my To-Do List and chose a more enjoyable route. A weekend of laziness and drinking, as epitomized on Sunday as I spent the day hungover, napping, eating ice cream (THRICE), and watching three movies (in different locations of course, wouldn’t want to be construed as slothful). Oh, but I forgot how much I enjoy Sundays when I am without Things To Do.

Will start the To-Do List today … or maybe tomorrow. I have some pretty important items on there. Like Christmas shopping and mail. I hate mail. Never open it. Hell, I rarely even fetch it from the mailbox. Which is problematic when bills are sent to the house. My bills are paid online but billing companies refuse to e-deliver, making me very angry at them. I spend the first half of the month being bitter until the bill is overdue and then I HAVE to pay it. Am trying to teach them to just stop mailing me the GD things, but they have yet to catch on. I’ll keep trying though. Like a stubborn child, I can’t ease up this reinforcement of their negative behavior or they’ll think that they can always get away with it.

Another To-Do List item: paint. My entire house. Color suggestions?

Have I mentioned that my appliances hate me? First it was a misbehaving washing machine followed by a dryer (oo, need to add that guy to the list). Now, my dishwasher is broken, has been for a few days, and instead of washing the dishes by hand (what are we, poor? Am SO kidding – we’re just really lazy), we have stacked the dirty dishes on the counter. We might need to buy more plates. Yesterday I made The Sister and me omelets but, as we were out of clean forks, used a hand-mixer beater to scrabble the eggs and spoons to eat the finished product. Classy.

If only I knew someone that I could annoy from the building association to rectify these appliances … Oh wait. I do. The Realtor and I still text and the situation is what it is. The Bestest Friend struggles with that. No matter how much I say, “HE KNOWS WHAT HE’S DOING”, she still can’t grasp the concept and wants to analyze and dissect. The guy’s had (a lot of) therapy and is fully aware of consequences and reasoning behind choices. He gets it, knows why he likes his crazies, is capable of explaining the motivations of his actions to me, and it’s his life to make those choices (even if my blog’s readership would chose differently for him if we were to take a poll). He’s dating someone hot and unchallenging and for a lot of people, that’s all they want –it’s fine and enough. Hell, I never thought I was going to marry the guy, so basically the dynamic that I wanted from him is the same one that he’s getting from someone else. He was never going to be my person that texts “zu zu’s petals” during the television broadcast of my favorite Christmas movie. That person, well, he got a few points for remembering my movie, but the position is still open for worthy candidates.

I also have a lot of drinking to catch up on during this next month. On Saturday, I went out with three guy friends from college and a friend from the restaurant; they got along since she’s hot (and therefore the guys liked her) and they were their normal, crude selves (and therefore she liked them). After frequenting a VFW of all places (to which I always relate to small-town Friday fish-fry’s but apparently, when in a centralized uptown location, they also have karaoke and cheap booze) we were intoxicated enough to finish the evening slow-dancing to Frank Sinatra in Baby Cakes’ candlelit living room (I know – what?). His roommate wanted to show me that he did, indeed, know how to twirl (but not dip). Well, he could twirl when I let him lead, which wasn’t too often; it’s typically my job as I am not used to guys knowing what they are doing (ha, understatement much?).

I hope all this is foreshadow for the next month because then? It has some serious potential.