and i thought i was THE luckiest girl ever (seeing as how he was so obviously my soul mate).
he liked me. i liked him.
what the heck more is there to love?
but :: sigh :: I was so naive.
because apparently living five states apart can put a damper on a relationship.
and emotional baggage tends to hinder things as well.
which sucks.
and it looks like we’re going to be just friends for awhile, because I just can’t stomach the circumstances surrounding our budding romance.
I don’t want to go into too much more detail on the interweb, but I did want to give the 5 of you who read my blog an update on the situation.
you know. in case you know THE perfect guy for me and are just DYING to hook me up with him but didn’t want to because you thought I was seeing someone.
(or something along those lines).
i haven’t given up on love yet.
i’m just starting to think it might not be my thing.
so back in the day (we’ll go with 1993) I was IN LOVE with the new kids on the block. and I asked EVERYONE for new kids on the block stuff for my birthday, and i had visions of a new kids on the block-themed room complete with pillow cases and a new kids on the block backpack.
except the only person who got me anything was my aunt jean, and it was a cassette tape of four of their songs. and holy crap, did I ever listen to that thing. my mom said nobody else got me stuff because they all thought everyone else would give me new kids on the block stuff. which seemed like a pretty lame reason in my book, seeing as how it is IMPOSSIBLE to have too much new kids on the block stuff.
anyway, I eventually moved on to more important things (like saved by the bell), but the boys always held a piece of my tween heart.
but then. oh snap. the NKOTB (look how cool i am, using their acronym) decided to make a COMEBACK!!!!!!
holy jebus.
are you asking me if I got tickets to go see them? because OF COURSE I DID!
$60 later, I was on my way to their Saturday night concert at the Allstate Arena.
I went with my best friend April and her sister Jackie and a group of other NKOTB fans in their late 20s and early 30s.
let me tell you people, I am NOT the only person left who still LOVES these guys.
a sold-out stadium full of 22- to 32-year-old women in Chicagoland apparently feel the same way. and they had the side pony tails, leggings, and original NKOTB jackets to prove it. (myself? i donned a couple NKOTB buttons on my jacket, old-school style).
People, this stadium full of women (and four gay guys) was filled with screams for the ENTIRE 2-hour show.
every.single.second. the women screamed SO much that my ears ached afterward.
:: sigh ::
ok. you got me. I screamed too.
don’t judge.
it was just SO exciting.
and they kept all their old choreography.
and for some reason none of their voices have changed.
first, let me say that their new stuff is pretty awesome.
but everyone knows we were there for the oldies. “Step by Step” anyone? How about “Hang Hangin Tough?” you know you want to wave your hands in the air right now, don’t even bother fighting it.
and it was SO awesome. and April said it was the best concert experience of her life. and im going to have to go ahead and agree with here there.
So as you may have read below I’ve been crazy stressed out lately. And it all came to a head Sunday night (early Monday morning).
There I was watching Desperate Housewives when I started feeling a pain in my stomach. And I thought ‘hmmm, maybe my bra is too tight’ so I took it off.
But that didn’t really help.
And then the pain kept getting worse. And i was thinking, ‘umm, is an invisible man pressing down on me with some knives?’ because that’s what it felt like.
And I dealt with this for about three hours until mid-night, when I finally called my mom crying because it just kept getting worse.
And she was like ‘HOLY CRAP?! I don’t know WHAT you should do.” and I really, really, really didn’t want to to go the doctor because i HATE doctors.
And then ANOTHER hour later, i was like, ‘well, I’m probably going to die today so I might as well drive myself to the hospital.’
And I got there and everyone was really nice. and they gave me an IV, and i didn’t even care about the needle because I was in SO MUCH pain. And then the doctor figured out was wrong with me — gastritis — and gave me miracle drugs.
seriously. MIR.A.CLE. drugs.
when I went into that emergency room I was actually going over my day because I was thinking it would be my last one on this amazing earth. yes. I was in THAT MUCH PAIN.
but then. in a matter of a half an hour, modern medicine saved me.
(one point for modern medicine).
Apparently something is messed up with lining of my stomach, which the doctor said could be caused by 1. excessive ibuprofen use (check), 2. excessive stress (check), 3. if ulcers run it the family it could be hereditary (check) and 4. excessive caffeine use (check).
Basically my life has been the perfect storm leading up to this awful pain.
so now I’m scared to eat anything but bread, because the doctor said I should avoid foods that hurt my stomach. as far as I can tell ANYTHING could hurt my stomach. (for the record, my dinner Sunday night was SOY CHEESE quesadillas. it wasn’t even REAL cheese people. Im not like a crazy unhealthy person here).
anyway, I’m planning to follow up with my non-yet-exsistant regular doctor, so I’ll let you guys know how things to turn out.
