Did I write about this before?

Forgive me if I've bored you with this story before, because I think I may have. Perhaps I didn't, and only meant to at one point in my life. Regardless, I feel it's a story that needs to be shared, even if I do share it twice.
I'm by no means a whore. Okay, maybe a little bit, but not as bad as this story will lead you to believe. However, I've placed myself in odd situations before due to alcohol.

About a year and a half ago, I was kind of dating someone. It was nothing serious, and I was bored with it. Actually, the person really annoyed me, and kept showing up everywhere I went, uninvited. I figured that when I stopped answering the phone, the message would be received, but it wasn't.

Anyhow, I was out at my favorite bar, the Junction, one night with Lisa. I wasn't driving and wasn't working the next day, so I had a good time. I used to have a problem known to many as drunk dialing. I decided to call an ex that night. Lisa told me it wasn't a good idea, but I figured that I knew better and made the call. At some point during the conversation, I told the ex to come out with Lisa and me the next night.

The next night, I was getting ready to leave, and I got a call from the person I was dating/unsuccessfully trying to dump. I said that Lisa and I were going to the bar because I knew it would be a waste of my time to lie since I'm sure I'd be getting checked up later. Stupid me, I gave the invite to join us.
I picked up Lisa and was complaining about the company that was going to be joining us. She started laughing really hard and asked me if I remembered any phone calls I made the night before. That's when I remembered. I realized I was going to be having 2 dates at the same time.

It was beyond awkward for me. Lisa was loving it though. The entire night, I wanted to crawl under the table. That's when I realized that I should not be allowed to use my cell phone after a night at the bar.

K.C.

I make no apologizes. I love Kelly Clarkson. I know, could I have any worse taste in music? I think she is one of the strongest singers of our time though.
Two years ago, I had the opportunity to see her in concert. I was so excited to see her. Not only because I love her so much, but also because I was going to see Clay Aiken in concert that same week...I'm a little bit of an American Idol fan, I can't help it. Well, that fell through. See Kelly outgrew the small arena tour she was going to do, and canceled her concert in Saginaw MI to reschedule it in Detroit. I can't lie, I was disappointed, but excited for her. Her career was going places.

The hightlight of my summer was going to be when I saw her in concert with Amanda in August. We had our tickets, and undoubtedly were going to be the biggest fans there. Then, the unthinkable happened. Seriously, unthinkable.

Kelly has canceled her tour for this summer. Rumor has it that ticket sales were slow. Now, I don't see how that can be possible. How can someone have the opportunity to see Kelly and not buy a ticket?

I personally blame all of you out there in blog land for ruining my summer. Obviously it wasn't Amanda and my fault for the cancellation. We supported her, we bought tickets. To all the rest of you who made my summer plans fall through, thanks.

I got hurt

Last night, I endured a little bit of physical pain. I was taking my dog outside to go to the bathroom before I went to bed. I have to keep him on a leash, otherwise he runs away, so I actually have to go outside with him.
There's about 4 steps you have to go up in order to get into my house. Normally, I jump up/down them to save time. Last night, my depth perception must have been a little bit off. No, I was not drunk either, I'm just clumsy.
I made it outside alright. Peanut peed, and we were on our way back it. I jumped up the stairs, but missed.
It wasn't that I didn't jump high enough, but that I didn't jump over far enough. My toes made it onto the platform, but nothing else. As I fell back to the ground, I bent every toe on my left foot all the way backward, hit my right knee on the edge of the stairs, and somehow managed to break my middle finger on my left hand(I don't think it's really broken, but it makes for a more interesting story to say it is. Really, it just hurts right now).
Anyhow, it hurt a lot. I was actually laying on the floor of the garage for a good 15 seconds before I could actually get to my feet. The entire time I was laying there, I was swearing at the top of my lungs. My dog, always one to make sure his owner is okay, kept pawing at the door, waiting for me to get off my ass and let him inside because he knew he would get fed as soon as we were inside.

I finally was able to walk again, but I had scraped all the skin off of my knee, and it was dripping blood. I needed a bandaid. Of course, I didn't have any that were big enough, so I had to piece 5 small ones together to make a big one. Oh the agony.

Anyone Still Reading This?

I'm back. I've been on hiatus for the last month or two because I've been taking some time to deal with me and some issues that I've been having with things in my life. I feel like my mind is clear again, and I can continue to entertain the world. I know, I just made everyone's night.
Anyhow, I've been told by many people that they think I'm stuck up when they first meet me. I'm not, it's just that I don't like to initiate conversations with people I don't know well. I don't think I'm better then them, I just don't like to bother them. Well, I think I was really rude to someone today at the mall as a result of not wanting to have an awkward conversation.
I was walking through one of the stores, and I heard someone say hi to me. It was a girl who brings her dog to my work and who did hair on the last show I did. We were walking towards eachother, and I said hi back. It didn't look like she was going to stop, so I kept my pace steady. As soon as we were about to pass eachother, she stopped, abruptly. I realized this about 2 steps too late. I did a quick about face and tried to act cool.

We talked for a few seconds, and then there was a pause. I was kind of in a hurry to begin with, and since neither of us had much to say, I decided to end the conversation by saying it was good to see you again. Of course, I said it at the exact same second she asked me a question, trying to spark another conversation. At this point, I was beyond embarrassed. She looked at me like, why are you being such a jerk, and then recovered to say that she would talk to me sometime soon, or something to that effect. I walked away, feeling like the biggest jerk in the world. I have no conversation skills, whatsoever.