So what have we learned lately?

Apple cider vinegar is NOT a UTI cure. And if you think it is you'll land your lily ass in Urgent Care with a rather painful bladder infection like I did.

Go me.

So, I think Sean is giving me the big kiss-off.

I guess that deserves background info:

I dated Sean in college. Sean dumped me. I kicked Sean in the balls.

Months pass by, and we decide to have a few torrid, ill-advised hook-ups.

I had major feelings for him, he didn't really have them for me (I don't guess anyway,) and it just wasn't destined to end well.

So I gave up and dated someone else and wound up marrying him.

Dizzying, eh?

Anyway.

We were gonna meet up for coffee. Totally innocently, too. Just wanted to catch up.

I ran it by Jason and Jason said it was fine.

So then Sean mentions he has to meet me when his girlfriend is at work because she's insanely jealous.

So I told him I'm not cool with keeping it behind her back, ESPECIALLY since there's nothing to hide, he said he'd talk to her and boom, I haven't heard back from him since then.

I guess it doesn't matter anyway. I don't know why I'm even blogging this. But then, it's only 8:40, and I'm stuck at work til 11 so it's amazing what I'll blah about.

But on a more positive note, I watched Lars and the Real Girl last night and it was fucking fantastic. It was everything a good movie is: dark, funny, fucked up, and totally worth every second I spent watching it.

It's really not about sex with a doll. I swear it.

I miss Amanda Dee.

And I really need a vacation.

*sigh*

That is all.

Goodnight, moon.

-L

So here we are a few days later. My counseling appointment went well, and I guess Jason's did, too, but he's not talking about it much.

I managed to get a nasty UTI and be super sick and tired for both days off, so that kind of blows. But apple cider vinegar, though disgusting, seems to clear things up pretty well. **Note: This is not for the faint of heart. It WILL make you want to vomit. A lot.**

But whatever. Life goes on, right?

I decided that I'm going to take my LSAT's in October, apply to law schools, and then go through with the Navy application process from there. I'm really excited about the concept of going to law school for free, and honestly, I really think the military could be a lot of fun. Go ahead, call me crazy. I know.

I can't seem to put a dent in this last 10-15 pounds I need to lose. It's driving me up the wall. I WANT to lose it for the summer so I can prance around in skimpy clothing and be all hot and stuff. However, I also want to have a life and can only afford so much time at the gym each week. I suppose I could kick it up a few notches. But meh. Today I'm just not feeling all that motivated. Although I guess that could be the post-UTI exhaustion I've had going on.

But anyway, I suppose I'll sign off for now.

-L

Ahh, so we meet again, dear weblog.

You know, it's been years since I had one of you that I actually used on any kind of regular basis. We'll see how this goes.

Maybe one day our love will grow.

Or maybe I'll just leave you to rot in cyberspace.

But until then, you are naught but an internet vomitorium. A condom, if you will, to catch all of my spare thoughts and ramblings to keep them from plauging the general public. A place where I can spew all of the garbage that goes through my head into the comforting anonymity of the interwebs.

For the time being, you shall be my new confidante. A place where I can stow all the things I don't really want to say outloud, or at least, a place where I can get them straight before I do.

We meet on the eve of my second marriage counseling appointment. I've been married for nearly a year and a half and mostly, it's been a good thing.

My husband Jason is rapidly approaching 30 and just starting an actual career.

I'm 23 and I've been waiting for one of those since I was oh, I don't know, 5?

So right now I'm wasting away behind a hotel concierge desk, paying off student loans with my hourly wages that I make being a desk bitch to rich, entitled travelers who come to Asheville because it's "whimsical" and "quaint."

Truth be told, it's not exactly where I thought I would be right now if you'd asked me one of those idiotic job interview questions about my plans for the future sophomore year of school. And Lord knows I've NEVER been good at bending over backwards for people and isn't it damned funny that it's what I do to pay my bills? Ha.

Anywho.

Tomorrow I see my shrink, who will help Jason and I mediate how we're going to get to where we (and by we I mostly mean I) want to go in life because as of it right now we're stuck like a couple of quadriplegics in a 3-legged race. I have all of these dreams and I got married thinking I'd lucked out and won a partner to help me pursue them, and now instead I'm married to this cinder block that freaks the fuck out if I so much as dream about law school.

Not to mention my plan to join the Navy to pay for it.

But, Jason loves to talk about doing big things and having a big house and traveling big places and it's gonna take 2 of us to make that happen.

And it's not happening while we're in Asheville, that's for damn sure.

We'll chat more tomorrow. I'm sure I'll have some good shit to report after my appointment.

Bonne nuit.

-L