Thoughts?

After the epic email exchange that happened the previous day, I did not expect this day to be overly incredible. The quantity of exchanges was not nearly as great, but the content was almost equally as priceless. Most of this was probably due to me being (slightly) out of my funk and her being well rested. As is the usual start to the day, Natalie sent a message. A passionate, billion topics filled email.

9:29 AM

Good morning! Oh my, did I need that night of sleep. I feel fantastic today. Sooooooo necessary. I like need sleep nowadays. That’s so old of me. So yeah, anyway… what’s the plan for tonight? I know you wanted to talk about stuff with Mark, but there is this sale at Macy’s for Veteran’s Day on rugs so I think I might try and stop in real quick today after work. You should meet me there then we can go to The Bar together afterward and convince Mark to come meet up with us after his office hours? Did you get work done last night? I actually worked on stuff at home. Yay for me doing work after working two jobs, woohoo! I have decided that Friday night I am going to stay in with a bottle of wine and just clean and caulk and do work and go shopping early Saturday. Then I can organize more and then… party time! And then Sunday will be devoted to work and laundry. Looking forward to massively productive weekend. Hope I can actually pull all that off. I think it cane be done. Just need to stick to the schedule. Ooooo and on Sunday, I may actually go grocery shopping too. In order to make Sunday productive, I will need to control myself on Saturday night. Hmmmm, not my strong point. Meh. I can do it!

Anyway, I thought I would start your morning with another glorious bored/save me emailing session. I think I might actually do work here today. Inspiration and GO!

Thoughts about tonight?

I like her grandiose ideas of being super productive on the weekend. She put so many things on her list, and I think it might be hard to get all of them done (and I think I end up being right and she was not as productive as originally planned). Anyway, her energy and enthusiasm jump right off the computer screen, and may have contributed to my own ambitions to have an equally productive day. Also, part of my crankiness on the previous day was due to lack of sleep because I start this day incredibly chipper.

9:38 AM

I too apparently needed sleep! Went to bed at like 11:30 last night and woke up about half an hour ago.

My plan for the day is this: take a shower after replying to this email, get dressed, head to campus. Wait, wait. Must make tea. Insert make tea before the shower and after the shower and after the getting dressed. Okay, then! Print out homeworks while I finish internship stuff (Ooh, or I’ll work on that on the train. Be that girl furiously typing away on the laptop). Grade homeworks. Class. More grading. Then office hours.

I’m holding office hours tonight because Mark and I switched so that I wouldn’t have to have mine when my cousin was here. Awww Mark. So sweet. Anyway, so I’ll be on campus and just hang out there until you’re ready to head to The Bar. And invite Mark! He might come with (I doubt it, but maybe) since he might go to campus after work and he’ll want to get all the grading done (he and I are on a very serious mission). But see what he says.

And I don’t know when I’ll have my serious talk with him. Might be soon, but I haven’t really decide the best situation for it or whatever. We’ll see how tonight goes just the three of us hanging out at the bar. He might actually have to talk to me then.

Okay. Shower time. Then working time.

Oh yeah, the answer to your question: no, I didn’t get a lot of work done. Even though I said, “yeah, let’s watch something I’ve seen a ton so I can do work while we watch.” Moral of the story: ‘Shaun of the Dead’ is too good not to focus on it.

My reliance on tea to function is obvious here. Look how many times I included it in my itinerary for the day! While I was definitely in a better mood, I was still being girly and whiny about Mark. More on that later. For a little clarification on the end of the email, I had talked to Natalie that evening. My roommates and I decided we would watch a movie, and for once I got to pick. And yes, that is a true statement (about the movie being too good to not watch). Worth it though. That movie is good every time. Did I say good? I meant amazing!

Okay, enough with the shameless plugging of a wonderful film. Back to the exchanges. They became short, simple, and sweet emails for a little part of the day, starting with Natalie’s reply to my message.

9:55 AM

Well done, my lady. Well done. Oooooh The Bar. Drinking, relaxing, seeing your face. All VERY exciting. So you have to be on campus until 7, right?

Oh look at her. Being super sweet to me and remembering my “work” schedule. Time to put her to work though on getting Mark to join us for a beer. He is far more receptive to her attempts to solicit his company because he assumes all of mine are shameless attempts to get some alone time with him (so what if they are?!).

10:18 AM

Yup, until 7. And I can stay there later if you need to do some shopping or whatever. Did you ask Mark about going? Or are you going to wait for that?

Efficiency! Immediate response!

10:19 AM

I’ll shoot him an email now.

I inform her that I approve of this decision about the only way I know how.

10:20 AM

PEW PEW PEW!!!

Yes, that is really all that I wrote in response to her email. I’m wonderful like that. She eventually puts it all together and finds a moment to reply.

10:36 AM

I read that and didn’t get it, and then read my message right above it and then your voice going “pew pew pew” came through my head and I just laughed out loud as a partner was walking by. He just laughed at me like I totally shouldn’t enjoy my job as much as I do. Hilarious!

So, email sent. I’ll keep you posted on the response.

PS. Just got to call the hot, young, seemingly single accounting manager. He’s gonna come pick up his package in reception. I’ll him a package, all right. Ooooh and the super busy/important/rich as hell CEO said hi to me today. By name! He just came to get the pack and he’s so hot. Nice butt, too. Yeah, you walk away like that. If only people could see my emails, I would so get fired. Anyway, back to work.

This email was probably where I got the idea to start the blog. Of course I asked her permission because of lovely gems like this. But seriously! Can you blame me? Shouldn’t more people see the awesome that is that phrasing? And you know you think things like that. I don’t care who you are, everyone has an inner monologue. Natalie (and myself) let ours out into the real world by including it in email form. As I’m giggling about this, she sent a follow up message that Mark would be joining us at The Bar. Fabulous! I respond with obvious excitement and newfound motivation for my day.

10:53 AM

Wooooooooo!!!!

And you are hilarious. Glad you figured out what I was saying just in time for someone to see. Food time! Then campus time!

It was around this point in the day when I either sat down to do work, watch some Netflix or head to campus. Well, all of those things happened, with very little emphasis on the work. I began to make my way to campus, and was able to check my email as I was waiting to change trains.

12:47 PM

So omg I literally just did so much work it’s ridiculous. I think I am literally turning into a workaholic. Hmmmm, let me think about it… reason my parents got divorced other than just not being right for each other? Oh, that’s right. They both wanted to work full time and disagreed who would have to stay home because they are both… workaholics.

Apparently, my leaving Natalie alone allowed her to be productive and have some deep meaningful realizations about herself. Part of her deep thoughts also included an analogy to working a lot to heavy drug use. Sometimes she’s addicted to productivity where as I tend to burn out from over productivity. Now, I could write back and be all happy for her abundant workings that have gone on and chime in with my own productivity on the train. Instead, I sent her a play by play of my adventures getting to campus.

1:07 PM

I have the worst luck with trains. Running late, as usual. Drafting this while I wait for the next train. Oh there it is! I did work the whole way here. Going to write this to you so I don’t forget that I need to play f(diffYandZ) and Y(diffYandZ). Woo! Sure you wanted to know that. Fun facts for you!

Writing emails on the train. I’ll hit send the second I get to campus. Probably going to make it in the nick of time for class. I’m terrible. So much for getting here early.

I blame Netflix. And flatmates. Mostly Netflix. Watching a terrible (might be good, not sure yet) movie about gay Mormons with Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Rob McElhenney (one of the guys from ‘It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia’). Should be interesting. Okay. Next stop is me.

Thom Yorke is amazing.

So there I am, ranting as usual and including code into an email. Everyone wants to be my friend and receive such wonderful insights. Also, I love my propensity to include so many movie reviews and updates and such through email, which then allows me to share it through this blog. And for those of you dying to know, the movie ended up being pretty good (I can’t remember the title, but I think I gave a sufficient number of clues where you could find it).

The last line of that email might have been confusing for anyone, even Natalie. Lucky for her (and you), I sent a follow-up email shortly after this one.

1:51 PM

Let me elaborate, the “Thom Yorke is amazing” comment should also include that he is perhaps my favorite train music.

Theory time!!!!!! In the beginning of the semester, Mark and I would keep pace with each other with the grading. We would call each other to discuss individual questions and concerns and specific problems. We would routinely be like, “Okay, working tonight. I’m sure I’ll call you,” and we would. And it was great. But the past couple weeks, we haven’t done that. Like, at all. And I’ve tried to, but he always seems like “OMG why are you contacting me it’s just grading just do it”. I mean, he never said anything like that, but yeah.

So this might be a good segue into talking to him. Because it’s obviously affecting work now! And he’s going to look at our grading stats to see where we diverged, if we have at all. But yeah, I’m thinking it could be the key to the talking about serious things. Like, hey man. What the fuck. Let’s be friends. And really mean it. Stop being a fuck. We’ve had this conversation so many times. I’m sick of it too. Etc.

Thoughts?

The kicker? She never replied to this email! I’m sure she and I discussed it at some point. And the serious talk did not happen this night. It eventually happened, unplanned and spontaneous.

Shocking Conclusion

 Left off the last post with Natalie pondering her option of working from home because she didn’t feel well. However, at this point in her living situation, she still had not completely conquered the roaches, so going home meant going where they might show up at any second. I did what any good friend would do and offered some legitimate advice. Then jumped back into my usual stance of pretending that work will begin at any given second!

12:57 PM

If the boss is cool with working from home, you should do it. And by home, I think you mean my home. We’ll have a work party! Or you home could be good too, I guess. We can keep up the email chain so we’re right there with each other.

You probably could use a good night of sleep. Then you’ll feel fine. Chalk it up to being tired.

Hilarious thought I had while I was awaiting your reply (seriously me, you have nothing better to do but sit and wait for a reply?!). I was like “Maybe I should send Mark an email to tell him I’m not going to campus, but we should still chat about work stuff tonight”. And then I thought how hilarious it would be if the email went something like this…

Hey Sexy McSexface,

Not going to campus today. Call me. Let’s chat. About work things. Just work things. Okay, we can chat fun things too ;).

Love,

Me

World’s most awkward email? Yes/yes? Just hit him full force. Be all “al or nothing, bitch! Don’t be a pussy!” But that’s a lie. I don’t want nothing. I’d settle for non-awkward friendship. And if it’s him being all “waaaaaah! She likes me. That makes me awkward!” It’s like, really dude, wtfuck, what?! No. I do NOTHING that would make him feel awkward. I treat him less friend-like than I do everyone else because I don’t want to get too close or step on his toes or make him feel awkward. I work really hard for that! I don’t hug him even though I hug everyone else. There are probably other examples. Maybe after I’ve had my tea. Ooh! I’m going to both Roommate! I hear him awake!

It comes up very frequently that I have the attention span of a goldfish and I believe it’s wholly captured in my emails (with everyone, not just her). I also have great aspirations to be productive some days, but it doesn’t usually happen. At least Natalie will acknowledge my awesome ability to sit in front of my computer all day and not manage to get anything done. I mean, it’s still early in the afternoon.

12:59 PM

Awwww, you get gold stars today for the world’s best procrastinator! Now go do work, lady!

This time stamp is my least favorite in the day. Why? Because she goes from Job1 to Job2 at 1 o’clock, and Job2 requires her to actually do work the whole time. I was obviously devastated and expressed it as such via my quick reply.

1:03 PM

Yay gold star!!!!

And NOOOOOOOOOOOO NOT 1 O’CLOCK!!!!!! What will I do all day?!?!?!?! You were inspiring me to do work! To make a list! To do things! You should sporadically email me. Just for funsies. And you can read my ridiculously long replies when you need breaks.

Okay. Movie time. Work time. Woo time!

You would think that without the distractions of rapid exchanging of emails that I would get some work done. This day might have actually been one of those days where I actually was eventually productive. So I fired up the Netflix, did some work, and waited a whole three hours before trying to bother her again. Also during this break from emailing her, I had a conversation with my ex-boyfriend. I wouldn’t describe it as a distressful talk, but it was emotional, as they tend to be.

4:10 PM

My code is taking forever to run. It might be broken. And I’m afraid it won’t even do what I need to do. Sooooooooo yeah. We’ll see how it goes in a bit.

Then maybe I’ll take a break for some cleaning!!!!!

I have little to no motivation. Definitely crashing from crazy fun week o’adventuring. (Oh, and in response to an earlier email that I didn’t acknowledge, yes, my cousin is awesome!)

And right on queue, I’m being that girl about Mark. Just all day feeling bleh. (I think it’s all the emotion from chatting with the ex and what not.) Want to talk to him. Feel like I can’t. Going to send him a work email. Wish I could talk to him sooner rather than later, but I don’t want to make any of next week’s festivities awkward or weird in any way.

What are you doing on Saturday? Want to do work together all day? I’ll come up to campus and work with you if you want :).

Working is less fun without our emailing back and forth. Boo you and working hard.

If she really held on to my every word, that last sentence would be detrimental to her job. She apparently has better self control than I do, with work and boy-thinking and other things, I’m sure. The email jumps around because I feel like there was a lot going on in my head. Sometimes I have a hard time processing it all and writing it out seems to help organize my thoughts. I know it doesn’t look like it. This email touched on just about every subject we had covered already in the day but in a haphazard manner. Natalie is lovely in that she puts up with my shenanigans and eventually responds to me.

5:02 PM

Hahaha. So I just literally came to write you an email because I’m falling asleep here at my desk and don’t want to drink coffee because then I’ll get home wide awake and I want to go to bed early. But anyway, EXHAUSTED! This report is starting to kill me, but I love it and can’t wait to see it in its entirety. But anyway, so yeah, not able to even try and go home early because my boss was like, “Okay, and do this and this and this…” crazy! Speaking of which, I should get back to that. Hmmmm… diet coke! Yes! Okay caffeine intake engage!

Okay, work time.

And GO!

(And you lady better get things done so we can go out Thursday. Oh, and Saturday I am going shopping all morning then organizing in the afternoon (curtains, bookshelf, etc).

This time, I took her advice. My next email reply wasn’t for a little over an hour, so some proof that I must have been working. Motivation can come in many forms, and sometimes that is in the form of going out for a couple beers. Most of the email is more of my mopey ranting, but there was one gem within it. I won’t share it word for word, but just describe the situation.

I had spent that whole day sitting in my room pretending I was going to start doing serious work at any given second. The fact is that I just wanted to sit by myself and relax for a day. My roommates were doing yoga in the living room during the evening, and I didn’t want to interrupt it. In my reply to Natalie, I wrote that I had to pee. I proceeded to leave the email open and unsent, left my cave to run to the bathroom (which didn’t require bothering the yoga-ers), and came back and wrote “Back!” in the middle of said email. The only reason I’m including this pointless and boring story is to acknowledge that our emails tend to be like everyday conversation.

This might be the lamest conclusion to an email chain. I feel like it all started off very strong. The best part about this last segment might be the irony in the title. As the day wore on, we became more and more like real adults and less like procrastinating students. Well, one of us did. I continued to procrastinate and occasionally do a little work. Also, she has a real job (well, real jobs), and I’m technically a student. So I guess we were fulfilling our roles effectively.

Cliffhung

Sorry for the cliffhangers (if they could be considered that exciting to anyone but me), but here I am ready to complete the filling in the blanks and sharing of a pretty stellar (again, in my personal opinion) email exchange. The return to regular blogging will be aided by my traveling yet again. This flight is much longer than the last one I was on, so hopefully I can get caught up at least with this post and maybe prepare another post.

To catch up those of you who are too lazy to read the previous two posts (or if you read them the second they were posted but since it was so long ago you forgot what I was talking about), here’s a brief recap. Natalie and I are philosophizing and being girls and making plans and remembering the night before. There was a rapid exchange of emails that day as I prepared my brain to do some actual work. Don’t believe me? Check the timestamps. It’s a pretty quick back and forth, especially if you consider that Natalie is working and I was probably trying to find something to watch on Netflix and/or making tea (intense, I know). At the conclusion of the last post, Natalie had just explained how productive she was being and how she was going to concur the roaches that were attempting to infiltrate her apartment. As I believe I have addressed in some of the previous posts, I tend to have to make a list in order to get anything done. I like checking things off.

12:23 PM

A To-Do list! I should make one of those! Maybe after my shower. So I can think while I shower. Ps. I’m about to go take a shower. Then to-do list! Then doing things! Work things! Netflix things! I mean what?

I bet you’ll do better at the whole convincing yourself you don’t like the boy things. Fair warning though: sometimes you can convince yourself and then you see them. Happens to me everyday. But I’m such a girl about all of this, even more so than you. By like a lot. And I’m not a girly girl either. It’s fucking weird and gross and who am I?!?! But I can’t help myself, and I’m very much “live in the moment, go with the flow” kind of mentality.

Oh! I assume since the out-of-town visitor will be staying with you that we will all be going on adventures to celebrate the birth of one Mark? (And me too because I’m a greedy fuck and want at minimum a week of hardcore birthday celebrations amongst birthday month.) We’ll have to hatch some things. Or you hatch. Aka you plan with Mark (le sigh. Mark. Sorry, girly moment. Disgusting) and we’ll go from there.

Shower time! When I return, there will probably be more emailing! Maybe I’ll send you my to-do list!

Apparently I was too distracted thinking about boys (well, a specific boy) that I could not focus enough to make a to-do list, let alone shower. Notice that it’s about noon-thirty and I have been talking about making a list, getting off the couch, and showering for at least an hour. Just about the only thing I have accomplished is thoroughly entertaining someone while not doing my own work. Natalie appreciates it and joins in on the “let’s be super girly and borderline obnoxious in our discussion of boys” aspect of the email.

12:35 PM

I wish there was a word stronger than love because love is just not cutting it for how I feel about you right now. Ooo having a guest just inspired me to get my apartment all together this weekend. Mission and GO! I just need to stop getting drunk face all the time and this wouldn’t be lingering for so long UGH! MMMMM Kevin. Ooooops, girl moment, that boy. Ugh. Why does he have to be taken? Why does he have to be so normal and manly AND HAVE A HUGE COCK! I made a pros and cons list of him the other day, because that’s about the girliest thing I do when I am trying to convince myself not to like a guy and this time it totally failed because he has way more pros than cons.

Stomach just started hurting, like pukey hurting, I feel nauseous, not good yogurt?

Anyway, yeah my to do list got so long I have to start over and do it chronologically in order to allocate specific times in the day to accomplish said “to dos”. Horrendous. So anyway, keep emailing me until 1:00 so that I can be distracted from this horrible feeling in my stomach. Gross.

If you were to make a graph of this email she sent me it would start out as being really girly, quickly jump up to vulgar (yes, girls do say things like this sometimes when talking about such things because we really do talk about it) back to super girly to sad face you don’t feel well. Would be an interesting graph (and ultra nerd moment of the day of me trying to visualize what the axes would have to be to make this graph legible). Now, me being the good friend that I am, I have to help her through this difficult stomach-grossness moment.

12:41 PM

Oh man. I too have known the downfall of the pro-con list. That’s the biggest tragedy with Mark. Very very very few cons and an out of control number of pros. Like, OUT. OF. CONTROL. I will talk to him soon. This isn’t fair. We’ll see how soon. But ugh, stupid boys. I should have been more forceful with him back in the day when he told me everything. I should have put my foot down. I should have made it clear that I was willing to get hurt to have a chance with him. He’s that fucking special.

Don’t get drunk face! Get prepared face! Or get drunk face then prepared face!

Just looked over at my bed. I hope Johnny doesn’t drool. That’d be gross. I should do laundry anyway. So maybe I’ll do it this weekend. Or today. Or tomorrow. Or Friday. We’ll see. No rush. Except I want all my clothes clean before Tuesday.

Also, I was thinking about putting together cute outfits today. 1) That’s a gross amount of girly, 2) It’s just me procrastinating doing real work, 3) It’s pathetic because I just want to look cute so he’ll notice me and remember why he liked me in the first place, and 4) I hate putting together outfits in a rush so if I knew of some cute ones already, BAM! My life just got easier.

There was something else I was going to write… oh yeah! I forgot to make tea. MAKING TEA!!!

If I am awake for too long without tea, then my desire to be productive (which I keep alluding to throughout this exchange) is overwhelmed by my inability to function any longer. This is something all of my friends know about me and that you (the readers) will eventually figure out. I like to pretend that her delay in write me back was to give me substantial time to make tea. I will assume that I finally made tea at this point in our exchange and returned to my room to find her reply.

12:52 PM

I think the best part of this exchange is just the feeling that I am right there with you. Like really, right there. So I am starting to feel light headed and anxious for some reason. Feeling a little shaky and nauseous. Possibly just need a good night of sleep. Damnit self, there are not enough hours in the day for all that I want to do. I hate it!

There truly are not enough hours in the day sometimes. She continued that email talking about not feeling well and debated working from home. Tune in next week (not really but it’s catchy) for the shocking (probably not so shocking) conclusion!