Oh My God. I May Seriously Have to Kill Someone Tonight. No Lie.

Okay so I don't have a lot of time and I can't really go into it right now, but I'm scared. Not for me, but for my friend Julia. She calls me up at 2 in the morning just now crying saying that she's had a fight with her boyfriend David and that the police were involved and that she has to move all her stuff out of his place by 6 tomorrow. WHAT THE FUCK???? She's lucky that A) I still have a place for us to stay in and B) that I'm cool enough to let her come here. I don't know what the fuck is going on over there but I just thought about it because she asked me if I could take tomorrow off of work, and I'm guessing that's because we'll probably have to go over and pack her stuff up and put it in her car. If that's the case fine, but if I'm going over there, I'm taking a knife. If he even tries to put his hand on her....I swear. I may have to kill him. I WILL not let him hurt my friend. I'll claim self-defense all damn day if I have to. We'll just have to wait and see so I can find out what the hell is wrong with her. Though I knew something was gonna go back when she called a week ago talking about the problems she was having with David being at work all the time. That's what happens when you get involved with a hotel manager and a NASA scientist. But more later. I've got to prepare for this. Holy shit.

ARRRRRRGGGGGGAAAAHHHHH!!!!

I swear if one more person mentions about having a fiance, getting married or being with someone, I'm gonna lose it. I swear to GOD!!!!!

This Is the Most Anti-Christmas, EVER.

Okay so here it is December 23rd and this is the most anti-Christmas I've ever had. I figure that it's probably the first in a long line of anti-holidays but I didn't expect for this to come so early. You hear about stuff happening like this when you're 40 and 50 because you choose not to celebrate, not because things don't work out that way. But just for a little update, let's see here. So I don't work at GMMB anymore (that actually ended a few days after I wrote that last blog, but it wasn't like it was any I did-thank God- they just ran out of things for me to do) and I thought my stint at DOL was over and done with, but lo and behold, Margaret from DOL called me back the Monday after I left on the 8th to tell me that Gordon had decided to extend my internship here at VETS until March 31st, which is a great thing. Coupled with the fact that she and her company Premiere Consulting would pick me up (though thinking about it, I probably should've went with them since they'd be paying me a crap load of more money but the job wasn't nearly as stable) in April so that's a good thing.

I went and had an interview at the Department of Interior a few weeks ago, and it went really went I think Tamia's (the lady I've been working with from the Metro) really liked me and she wants to hire me in January. So I had to secure my schedule A letter which I picked up today so I can fax it to them and I can get that started. It will be really really nice to have two forms of income again, cause shit is getting a lot tighter nowadays. But yeah that's that.

In the man department some rather interesting developments have appeared. On one front, I haven't heard a thing from Jose (I want my plate back, dammit), but it's cool because that has been replaced with Vernon, Victor, Bill and Craig. None of whom I'm talking to seriously mind you but between myself Bill and Craig, there seems to be an interesting connection (and one of these days I'm sure something's going to happen). So yeah.

But now I'm just chilling and hanging out pissed that I can't go to Florida to see my family and Je'Lynn, but eh that's life right? Oh yeah. I had almost forgot since the last time I did a blog, I decided to apply to two grad schools one in London (Roehampton) and one in Canada (UBC) and I got accpeted into Roehampton! Still waiting to hear from UBC though we're supposed to hear from them soon, and the suspense is killing me completely.

And Now a Word on Ice.

I was born and raised in Ohio. This is not a proud fact, in fact it's one that I'd rather ignore in a desperate attempt to forget that part of my childhood and move on to better places, like for instance North Carolina. But...that doesn't change the fact that yes, I was still born in Ohio. This is a place where around September it starts getting noticeably colder but nothing is really wrong till about the third week of October when the snow starts coming down in a little flurries followed by massive flakes then a blizzard or two before the entire thing stops around March. I left Ohio when I was nine and we moved to North Carolina where they very rarely ever have snow except maybe once every four years and it normally isn't that bad.

Well today was bad. I don't live in NC anymore. Back in May I made the decision to move to DC and while the weather here hasn't been the paradise I was secretly hoping for, it hasn't been down right apocalyptic either. Until today. I left my apartment to go get my hair done at the salon down the street. I went and left my gloves thinking it wasn't a big deal and on the way down it was cold but tolerable, as I went, did what I had to do and left around five.

Oh. My. God.

Temperature had dropped and I realized later that the weather channel had issued a wind chill alert for the area. It had dropped to 18 but with the wind chill, that was reduced to 7 degrees. Suddenly I had to roll home for 30 minutes in 7 degree weather. Shit. The way home was completely and utterly brutal. I have never felt pain like that before, and I in no way want to experience it again. Getting cold is kinda weird in that it starts kind of refreshing when you leave a building the blast hits you, it's oddly cooling since the human body stays a constantly near 100 all the time. So going outside after being inside all day feels nice for about ten minutes or so in especially cold weather. But then from that point, you feel yourself starting to get numb, and that's okay because it doesn't feel bad just odd. At this point, this is when you should get indoors to avoid painful reprocussions, but I didn't have a choice as I had to roll a little over a mile back to the apartment and had nowhere to go. After the numbness starts to wear off, there's a throb and it starts pulsing underneath the skin and you can feel a burning sensation at the edges of your fingertips that starts to prick at something you can't reach. The fire continues to spread as pain starts radiating from your hands and you struggle to find somewhere to put them, to shield them from the cold, but there's nowhere in my position because I need them to navigate. By the time I got to my apartment, my hands were hurting so bad I wanted to cry but it was too painful. They had started turning dark purple and one fingernail was cracked and chipped off. I could barely turn the key in my apartment and it took all my willpower to keep from screaming when I tried to put my hands under the hot water in the bathtub. Note to self. Don't do that. It's better to warm them naturally in a warm room than shock treatment as it hurts worse. Even now, it's been over six hours in my warm apartment and I can still feel the pain deep within my fingertips from earlier this afternoon.

NOTE TO SELF. TAKE GLOVES WITH YOU AT ALL TIMES.