Eis went to bed at 2100-ish last night -- tonight, too -- and slept for four-ish hours. However, the rest of the night was 1-2.5 hour stretches, so that sucked.
This morning, I made an appointment to take Puck in to have blood-work done to get more thyroid meds. I'm not looking forward to that bill, tomorrow. The appointment is for 1400. Dad will be home and thus, babysitting.
Today went quickly. I met Allison, Elizabeth, and Rachel at Chuy's for happy hour. I was a few minutes late because Dad thought I was taking Eis and was therefore not available to take her when I was ready to leave, plus traffic was terrible.
It was fun to hang out with them. It was strange, too. They hung out all the time in high school and a bit in college, though they all went to different colleges: Elizabeth - SMU, Rachel - UT, Allison A&M. However, they were best friends in high school, so they have a lot of memories together. We were all on Hyline together, but as I didn't get invited along, I was not a part of their memories and jokes.
I realized that I ended up listening to most of the conversation and contributing when I could, but overall it was nice. They are all beautiful girls. I went to high school with stunning girls. It was intimidating. It seemed like everyone was beautiful... unless they were hideous. I, personally, felt ignorable. I didn't consider myself beautiful, nor did I think I was even close to hideous.
We talked about Rachel's boyfriends -- turns out she dated a lot of guys in high school -- and we talked about guys that dated a lot of the girls we knew. Allison said she had a bad Prom date one year, so I was able to outdo her with my Prom dates for both junior and senior year being pretty bad, not to mention that I asked them. I said, "Not only were my dates bad, but I had to ask them, and I didn't get asked to a single dance the entire time we were in high school!"
Allison looked at me and said, "Yeah, but you were intimidating." To which Elizabeth and Rachel chimed in, "Yeah, very intimidating."
Whaaaaat?!
I wanted to pause the conversation and ask a million questions, but it breezed ahead leaving me in the lurch. How was I intimidating? Why? Who thought that? Is that why I had no friends? But why would that make people not want to hang out with me if I asked them and made the effort? I don't understand!
I remember being told the same thing in college. I didn't understand it then, either.
Related, but separate... I remember walking around Dublin, Ireland with Lindsay, Joanna, and Kristin and suddenly they stopped and Joanna looked at me and said, "Turn that shit off!" Surprised, I said, "What?" She said, "You're doing something to the guys who walk past and I don't want them following us!" I replied, "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm certainly not doing anything on purpose!"
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On another note... I don't know why I like Body Central -- not all the time, but on occasion. However, this skirt is just cute... I don't know if I like it in black better or not, though.
I also get catalogues to Boston Proper. Luckily, I don't like most of their stuff because it's expensive. I'm also lucky that I'm fat and unemployed right now or I'd be tempted to buy things. This dress is cute, but I won't be skinny enough to wear it this year (thank goodness). And if this dress were in a store, I'd definitely try it on because it looks neat, but I'm not sure how it'd actually fit.
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