Monday, February 18, 2008

Weekend whining

So all in all, it was a pretty stressful weekend. I realized that yesterday I didn't mention any of the crap that happened on Saturday, due to my fears over the likely death of my adopted hamster baby Boris. I fully expect to see him stiff and dead in the tube that he has not come out of when I get home today. But moving on to other things....

First off, nothing horrible but just annoying. There's a "friend" living in Edmonton. We went to jr high school together for a few years. I haven't seen or spoken to her in probably 10 years. She found me on face book and started wondering if she could come up for a visit. I said sure, maybe sometime. Now, I'm not a people person. I don't mind hanging out but I HATE having people I don't really know staying with me. It kind of freaks me out. Plus, the only place for anyone to stay other then in bed with me, is on the couch that's on the floor. Probably not the nicest way to spend a night.

So a week ago or so, she had msn'ed me and said she was thinking of coming up on the 22nd, would I be around? I said probably, she said good. I ASSUMED she had somewhere else to stay, cause if you were planning on staying with someone, wouldn't you give a bit more information? That's right, she was staying with me, and mentioned it on Friday. I was more then a bit ticked off and I let it show. We got into it a bit, so now I don't know if she's coming or not. I'm not going to make any attempt to contact her, that's for sure.

On to bigger and worst things.

Friday Rob came over to my place right after work. Even though we are basically living in sin, there are times that he actually uses his apartment for more than a storage space. Normally he goes home on Friday's after work, chills out for a bit, and then goes and curls until midnight or so, when he comes to my house and we (usually) sleep. This weekend though, curling was earlier, so I braced myself and went with him. I discovered that I can watch about an hour the game before I want to have a nap. I really enjoy watching that first hour, but then I just get too antsy or something. I don't know. Anyway, that was fine. We drove down town to get the key's he left at his place after the game, and then went home.

The next morning it seemed to be a nice day, so he suggested going to the dinosaur musuem, which I really wanted to go to. I said fine, we rushed around, got ready (after I talked to Jill's Mom for a bit, I miss Charlotte) and proceeded to go to his place so he could get his camera. I sat in the car, waiting. Then he came back out of the ally and motioned for me to get out of the car. I did, and as I walked up close to him he said "We won't be going to the museum today." I was kind of ticked off and asked why. That's when he pointed to his broken bedroom window.

The screen was mangled, the glass was smashed. I was so shocked. I know I live in a big city, but sometimes I forget that break ins and stuff don't just happen on tv, but around the city every day. Small town innocence I guess. I followed him into his apartment (kind of freaked out...what if they were still there? Unlikely at 11:30 on a Saturday morning, but still). The rest of the apartment was fine. His bedroom was not.

I've never been so freaked out in my life. His bedroom walls and bed were covered in blood. All I could think of was how glad I was my baby wasn't there when it happened. It was horrible. He was freaked out, understandably, and I just didn't know what to do. All I kept thinking was how glad I was that nothing was taken. Yes, there was blood and glass everywhere, but his laptop and camera were still there. He called Vince, who was on vacation to let him know and to get his other room mate's phone number. Then the room mate came home and said he didn't hear or notice anything. so it happened before he got home at 11:30 the night before. The police and land lord were called and we waited.

The police were really quick and nice. We gave our id's and wrote witness statements. The nearest the police could figure was that someone might have been trying to hide and kicked in the window. Maybe someone was high. Maybe someone was fighting and got pushed though. All I know is that it was a really crappy way to spend a Saturday.

Rob is so great. He kept apologizing for wrecking my Saturday, as if it was his fault. I love him.

We got out of there around 4, which is pretty good time wise I think. We threw away his sheets, and washed his comforters, I don't think there was anything but dirt from shoes on those. We washed the blood from his stuff, using about a million pieces of paper towel. Then we tried to do happier things, like get stuff for my hamster babies and pizza and blizzards. He had mentioned getting drunk that night (he probably could have used it) but we were supposed to get up early and go to a hockey game the next day.

Of course we didn't go. I wasn't feeling good and sitting in a cold rink probably wasn't the best of ideas. And he didn't want to go without me. I think he's slightly attached. Sunday was spent feeling blah, both physically and mentally, and crying at random times over Boris, who I kind of wish would just die so he wouldn't suffer anymore. Chekov continues to be crazy.

He stayed over again. He's spent the last 10 nights or so at my place. I have to admit, I really do love it. When he's over, it feels right, and not annoying or smothering like my ex. In the end, he was over constnatly, mostly because he was a loser and didn't have his own apartment, just a room, so he probably liked being at my place a lot more, and i hated it. i didn't feel like i could do my own stuff. With Rob over, I can read, or talk to my Mom on the phone, or go on the computer...it's just great.

Yesterday Chrissy, Blake and T came over for a little while. Chrissy is awesome and I love her for giving a special someone a heart attack yesterday. I love you so much! Best burn ever! Blake had hurt his finger but was still excited to see Chekov. And T had a nap on my couch. That proves that even if it is on the floor, it's still comfy. I miss spending time with them and must make a Cheesecake date soon.

Well, that was my crazy weekend for anyone who wants to read about it. Not that many people actually know about this site. Oh well. Sorry it was so long. Had a lot of stress I needed to try to type out.

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