A Rose By Any Other Name…

I’m going to Vancouver tomorrow. I’m going to see Keith Urban at GM Place with my friend Courtney from LiveJournal. There’s a cool story as to why we’re going to this together, but I’m not in the mood to share it right now. So I get to get up early tomorrow and Stuart is driving me down to Nanaimo where I’ll grab the 12:50 boat. I should be at Cory’s by about 3:30… 4:00ish… provided somebody will be there. I just e-mailed him so hopefully he’ll get back to me on that. Might have to not take a bag if no one will be there… I’m sure I can survive in my Keith Urban t-shirt for two days.

Anyways, I don’t really want to go. How fucked up is that??? Like, I want to go to the concert, don’t get me wrong. This will make Keith one of my most seen people in concert, gotta love that. I just don’t feel up to the whole trip. I can’t afford to drive over so I’m relying on Vancouver transit. That’s all fine since it’s pretty reliable, what I’m worried about is the walking. There’s not a whole lot involved, but I can’t really do any without ending up sore and exhausted. I thing just Granville to Cory’s, about three or four blocks, will be the death of me. And I have to do it four times….

On top of that I’m not going to get much sleep. As far as I can tell I’ll probably be taking the 8:30 ferry Monday morning… so I’ll get to Cory’s around 11:00 or 11:30 Sunday night. Then it’ll take me forever, as it always does, to get to sleep, and then I’ll have to wake up at like 6:15 ’cause the bus I need to get is at 7:00 and I need to give myself time to drag myself back to Granville St.

That’s providing Liz is still picking me up Monday though. If that falls through, which it might, then I’ll have to wait for Stuart to get off work and come get me. He gets off at 5:30! Ugh. And I imagine Cory and Clinton work Monday so I’ll have to kill time… either in downtown Vancouver or in Nanaimo. Really probably both. And I won’t have much money to do anything. *cries*

This trip has been planned for ages, why is it getting all fucked up now? No better on Courtney’s end either, she had a major complication with rides to. Stuart is supposed to have Sundays and Mondays off… but of course he has to work this Monday. *sigh* I have been prepared for that for a while though, hence Liz picking me up. I just really, really hope she still plans on doing so. Killing ten hours doesn’t sound pleasant to me. Even if I will have my iPod with me.

And then after I get back… Wednesday I get my wisdom teeth out. What a week!

Last night Stuart was, I guess, having a really restless night. He insisted on sleeping between the middle and MY edge of the bed, which is usually fine. He does that… wants to cuddle in his sleep. I think it’s adorable. But last night I went to roll over and he like flipped out at me. (Remember, he’s asleep.) He started swearing and stuff, it was weird. I tried to put my hand on him to calm him down and he smacked it away. Then anytime I bumped into him, which happened often since he was RIGHT THERE, he would hit away that… but he’s asleep so he’s not really coordinated. He grabbed my left arm at one point, and kneed me in the side at another.

Truth be known it probably wouldn’t have caused much damage, except all my pain is like times ten right now. I was in a lot of pain this morning. When I told him why he felt soooo bad too. *sigh* Tonight I think I’ll build a pillow fortress… hahaha. Seriously, not his fault but it did suck.

It is so nice to be able to update my iPod again. And now I can add themes and stuff. And I’m totally addicted to Cubis!!!!! But yeah, in the last day I’ve added the new Kenny Chesney and Reba cd’s, and every episode of Stargate Atlantis… and every episode of South Park. All ten seasons, seriously. That’s for Stuart.

I’m also converting the first season of Supernatural ’cause it seems like a good show, I just never had the opportunity to really get into it. I don’t know if I can accept the one guy as anyone besides Dean from the Gilmore Girls though. We’ll see.

My life seems so boring and pointless lately. I have nothing to do. I’m looking out the window right now… it’s such a beautiful day. The ocean looks relaxing, the temperature is good. I want nothing more than to go for a walk, but I can’t. I’ll get like a block, two if I’m lucky, down the road and be exhausted. Then I’ll have to turn around and climb all the stairs back up to the apartment. My body can’t do it. I HATE THAT!!! I want the muscle aches to go away, now. I don’t want to do this whole balancing crap. I want to go back to work, I want to be able to walk a good bit without feeling tired and sore, I want to sit at a computer for more than ten minutes without hurting. Hell, I want to be able to sleep beside Stuart on one of his restless nights and not end up sore and stiff!!!

I hate the weird moods I keep getting. It takes very little to make me upset, but it doesn’t take a lot to cheer me up at time either. The other morning… Tuesday I believe, I was exhausted in the morning. Made no sense to me since I was alright Monday and I actually got a decent amount of sleep. But no, I was so tired. I heard Stuart’s phone go off ’cause usually he works Tuesday, but he had this week off, but I could not bring myself to move in the least! Then about an hour and a half later I was woken up again, this time by Stuart’s beard/stubble. He was getting up but before he did he’d rolled over and given me a kiss on the cheek. No reason why… I mean he thought I was asleep so it obviously wasn’t for my benefit. That put me in a very good mood that day.

All week I’ve been in a lot of pain. My upper back and shoulders absolutely kill. They burn, and are stiff, and I can’t really lift my arms. I hate it. And it really hurts. Stuart tries to rub it but either it’s rather numb and I can’t feel him doing so, or it’s really sensitive and him touching it kills me. I simply can not win.

I wish my mother would stop thinking of me as a freaking taxi-cab. She’s always calling me for rides, and she’s quite a ways away from me so she expects me to drive all the way out there, drive here around, and then drive all the way back. WTF??? And the other night she had me run her downtown then Burt had to go “somewhere”. Turned out he was doing a fucking drug run. I was so pissed. My mom knows I don’t want to be put in that position. I don’t run her drugs and I don’t run her around drugs so she can buy them. I WAS SO FUCKING MAD!!!

In better news Kenny Chesney’s album is really good. I wasn’t the biggest fan of his last few albums but this one seems a lot better. His voice sounds good and clear, the music content is solid and… there’s a duet with George Strait! You can’t lose with the King on your album ya know? But seriously, awesome cd. And having the ability to put it on my iPod made my year. Seriously. I missed updating my iPod with all the various crap!!!

OMG! I’m adding music to iTunes on the new computer… so sometime soon I can actually update my iPod! It hasn’t been updated since June. I’m so excited!!!!! I’ve missed adding new music to my iPod, it’s so beautiful and so empty.. It’s an 80GB and I’m not even using half. Booo.