My Apologies

Sorry there's been silence on the airwaves. I did go to Spain and had a blast. The tennis match with Kanger did happen. And then I had to hop on a plane to Texas for my 10 year high school reunion as well as throw a baby shower for one of my best friend's. Should be interesting! I promise to post the recaps of Africa, Spain and of course the infamous game in addition to my whirlwind trip to Texas.

I'll be back soon and I hope all is well.

She's Alive! (updated)

I made it (barely). I have so many stories from my adventure to Africa but will have to elaborate later. I leave with Blake this afternoon for Espana but I promise to post about both trips, which if this picture (below) is any indication, will be polar opposites of each other. This is the hole I reluctantly had to pee in.... (Effing sick!)
I do however need your advice!!!

Kanger texted me when he landed on Sunday night from his 2 week holiday in Australia. After a 24 hour flight and after leaving him with the wonderful drunken rant in his head before he left-I'm not reading too much into this or anything -yeah right. I really didn't think he would contact me again or if he did, like after he was readjusted to London life. The text ended by asking if I had been practicing my tennis. (For our yet to be played match). Anyway, I didn't get the text until yesterday afternoon because I didn't take my cell phone with me to BFA. I texted him back that I was glad he had a good trip and asked about his sister's wedding and that I hadn't been practicing but had picked up some pointers from Wimbledon to use on him. I went to sleep at 10pm last night without a text back-I was exhausted having not been able to sleep properly for fear of a scorpion or snake crawling into my bed. At 11:30pm, my flat phone rang (my cell was on vibrate) when Blake called to talk about some last minute Spain details. I was so out of it that I don't even remember the conversation just that it scared the shit out of me!

I did, however, in my sleepy stupor get up to look at my cell phone and saw that I had 2 missed calls, so I scrolled down and it said one was from Blake and the other from Kanger. When I went to look at the details of when Kanger had called, I accidentally deleted the call record. So now I don't know if I was so asleep that I imagined that I had a missed call from him or if he really did meraculously call. He didn't leave a message. So now I don't know what to do. I'm not one to return a call if there isn't a message unless it's one of my good friends, especially now that I don't really have proof it happened. Mandy suggests I wait it out this weekend to see if he contacts me again while I'm gone and if he doesn't to just send a friendly "Hey what's up?" text on Monday. Thoughts?

UPDATE: I got home on Sunday to find a text from Kanger, so my initial plan of should I or shouldn't I send a text was kyboshed. I texted him back to be nice. He kept asking about this tennis match of ours and I didn't push when, how, what and he was doing all the work. He's even apologizing if he doesn't get back to me right away. So we are playing on Thursday- I think. No justt kidding we will. And I know you guys will probably be disappointed that I'm even meeting him but it's just something I need and want to do. I'm going out with the COG tomorrow night so it's not like I'm pinning away for Kanger. Although the COG is another situation in and of itself. I just want to have fun!

Orange Alert

I sit here severely hungover after a night of fun with Blake and friends. Although, most of the evening I was drooling over Blake's roommate's Irish boyfriend. That boy is H.O.T. and hilarious. Oh well. I'm hoping he has equally hot and hilarious friends that he'll bring on our Greece trip in August that is in the works. Blake and I are actually going to southern Spain next weekend to relax and work on our tans but first I have to make a stop in Africa.

Yeah. Not cool African safari Africa. But Northern Africa in the middle of the flipping Sahara with Arabic as their first language and me pretty much being the only female for miles. There was a kidnapping just last week of an expat. So looking forward to it. There really isn't any point in me going but "to be a distraction to the locals with your blonde hair" (and gender is what I'm thinking) at the meeting I am attending with my boss. Yep, he actually sad that. And we have to ride to this meeting with an armed convoy. AK47 style. Can you say I haven't really been sleeping this week? I've seen my accommodation, too. I'm too girly to really "rough it"-think the worst Motel 6. Should be interesting.

If I can just get past the next 4 days, Spain will be smooth sailing. Seriously hope to write in a week!

Tee, anyone?

I'm going to dinner/drinks with a group of Ex-pats tonight to celebrate the 4th of July. My friend, HM, posted on her blog today that she is going to be sporting an Old Navy* July 4th 2007 t-shirt that she picked up while in Houston last week. A T-SHIRT in public that reads "Old. Navy. July. 4th. 2007". My fashion background is royally irked. I'm all for graphic fitted tees and what not, but a freaking soccer mom t-shirt smack dab in the middle of a fashion crazed London? The horror!

It would be one thing to simply wear this t-shirt in the first place but the guy HM is "talking" to and will see for the second time EVER will be at dinner and she will be wearing the effing t-shirt. She also brought one back for her friend to wear at dinner, too. (I don't know, I stopped dressing like my friends when I was, what, six, seven?). They will be the hideous t-shirt twins. Nerd alert! And I have the honor of sitting next to them.

I know this all sounds so incredibly snobby and petty but HM is on the opposite end of the spectrum from my friends back home. They actually care about how they look and spend a fair amount of time getting ready to look super polished and put together when they step out the door. HM, on the other hand, apparently believes an over-sized T-SHIRT will help attract the opposite sex. I'm thinking the odds are strongly against her.

Happy 4th of July!

*I love shopping at Old Navy...just don't like its logo emblazoned on my clothing or anything with a date. T-shirts are for sleeping and working out in.

Mad

at myself.

The past couple of weeks I've been doing things that just aren't...well me. It's like I'm having an out of body experience. Where I see the things I'm doing and know that they aren't good for me yet don't stop myself, let the experience continue so that I can dwell on it and create more self resentment. The old me would run for the hills in this situation. Wouldn't even dream of getting into the situation in the first place. The old me had morals and standards and expectations. But I'm obviously going through something... boredom, jadedness, bitterness- who knows?

I do know that it has to stop and that tomorrow starts a new day.