Written: Monday, March 22

It’s been a long time since I’ve updated my journal. I’ve written updates, but I haven’t gotten around to posting them so they’ll sit for all of eternity in my ‘Alicia’ folder on my desktop at work. Or they’ll at least sit there until I feel like cleaning my folders out.

Moving on.

I had quite a weekend. I’ll try not to list every detail of what happened, because I’m sure it’s terribly boring to read. Kristen flew into RDU on Thursday night. We went to dinner, did some shopping for stripper clothes and then spent the rest of the evening at home watching basketball. Kristen, you see, needed stripper clothes to go w/ the stripper shoes I got her for her birthday. Tee hee. On Friday Shel had to work while I took the day off. Kristen and I did some shopping at Streets at South Point, ate lunch and tried on wedding gowns. I picked out the ring I want several months ago, I found the wedding dress of my dreams and, most importantly, I’m w/ the man I want to marry. I’m all set! Anyway. Doing the wedding dress thing was loads of fun and apparently it’s exhausting because by the time Kristen and I got home, we were ready for a nap. Unfortunately a nap wasn’t an option as we had plans to meet Shelbert (my new name for him) and his friends at Flying Saucer. We hung around there for a while then ventured on over to City Market. It was me, Kristen, Kate, Shel & Allan. Fun, fun, fun. We did insanely expensive shots at – oh, boogers – I can’t think of the name of the place. But anyway, it’s a piano bar and we did tequilla shots and flashed Shelbert. Then, still being exhausted, we ate a late dinner at IHOP (mmm… bacon) where we were attacked by a case of the giggles and proceeded to act like 13 year olds. I think the three of us ended up crashing between 9:00-9:30 that night. On Saturday Shel got up early and went to work while Kristen and I went to Target (where we got cheap makeup) and Old Navy. Kristen and I got matching black skirts, which is cool because we’ll never be seen wearing them at the same time! We picked up Bojangles for lunch, which Kristen loved, and then the three of us headed to Pullen Park. We rode the merry-go-round, ate food packed w/ sugar and played in the warm sunshine while Shelbert took digital pictures of our smiling faces and rear ends. We weren’t aware of the latter until we got home and hooked the camera up to the computer. After the park, we went to our new apartment complex where I apparently aggravated the hell out of Kristen & Shel because of my desire to see what may possibly be the apartment in which I’m going to live. Too bad for them – haha! Then we went to Outback for dinner. That’s all I need to say about that. Outback. Mmmm. Shel surprised me w/ a Coldplay DVD, which I loved! Although I may never have the opportunity to see them live, I can now say I’ve seen a Coldplay concert – yay! Then we went to Wally World and got Taboo, which is a great game. Dan came over, Kristen flashed some more, we did shots of Crown Royal (yuk), played Taboo – which I’m awesome at – and goofed around. Then I got sleepy and did some stuff online while Kristen & Shel had a water gun fight. Dan left, but Kristen, Shelbert & I stayed up talking until around Midnight. We had to get up at 5:45 the next morning to take Kristen to the airport, which was really sad. I didn’t want her to leave. When Shel & I got back from the airport, instead of going to sleep, we went for a four-mile walk around Lake Johnson, which was really nice. We ran some errands in the morning and basically spent the remainder of the day on the couch watching basketball – we were so pooped.

I honestly had one of the best weekends I’ve ever had. I love Kristen like she was my sister and it was so fantastic having her here. I’m already looking forward to her next visit (and I’m sure she’s looking forward to sleeping in her very own guest bedroom where she won’t have kittens purring in her face all night)!

Written: Thursday, March 25

It’s Thursday now. Of course I didn’t email myself my last journal entry. I don’t feel comfortable updating my journal while at work, so I type it up, send it to myself and update my journal from home. But I usually forget the emailing part.


Today’s my dad’s happy birthday! He’s 47, I think. Still a young one. I wish I could celebrate his birthday w/ him, but missing out on birthdays is just one of the downfalls of living in a different state than your loved ones.

I tugged at three hangnails on my right hand and now they’re swollen, painful and infected. I’m a bit of a sadist when it comes to myself. I know that pulling my hangnails out is going to cause pain, but I willingly do it anyway. Then I squeeze my fingers to make them hurt even more. I’m not content till they’re throbbing.

Charlotte was spayed on Tuesday and that was awful. It hurt me so deeply to see her in pain. She’s my child in a way and now I know what it’s like to be a parent of sorts – except the depth of feeling one experiences for their child is probably a million times greater than what I feel for Charlotte. Still, she’s my baby and it hurt me to see her hurting.

I’ve taken to calling Shel Shelbert. I think he gets a kick out of it. He tries to call me Alibert, but it’s not nearly as cool. I started his new name this past weekend, but I honestly couldn’t tell you why, other than it’s fun to say. Shelbert, Shelbert, Shelbert. Haha. Oh how I love my Shelbert…

It’s so beautiful outside today. It’s sunny and warm with a slight breeze. I ate lunch on the cafeteria’s patio w/ some people, one of whom happened to be a fellow Pittsburgher. I knew where he was from even before I asked because of the way he pronounced his Rs. I was like, “Yeah, he’s a Pittsburgher alright”.

I wish LL would stop talking about Shel in her away messages. I sound juvenile, but it pisses me off. I mention my friends in away messages, too, but not the same friend every night. It’s like, “Hmmm… I wonder what her away message is going to say about my boyfriend tonight…” and sure enough, there’s some flirty comment about him. He tries to tell me that she’s not a bad person, but she is. She’s a pathological liar and she totally crushed one of his closest friends. But, yeah, she’s a real sweetheart. My ass.

Ok, gotta go now.

I was unaware of the depth of my love for Charlotte until I saw her in pain (after being spayed). It absolutely killed me to see her hurting and to know I’m the one who made her get the operation. Ugh. I can’t even begin to imagine what it’s going to be like once I have kids…