Vapid is the new Average

My friends that I used to live with in Plano have gone on a 10-day trip to Hawaii and asked me to feed their cats. I don't mind because since my washing machine is still broken, I can wash my underwear at their house.

I'm still trying to get the hang of living alone. Most of the time I feel lonely because I'm used to people being around and that makes me feel like I have friends. Now that I come home to an empty apartment, I feel like I don't have anything to look forward to since nobody will be home. I would complain that nobody calls to say "Hey, we're going to do such and such, wanna go?" but it's not true. My friend Nick called the other day to say a bunch of them were going to the Science Museum downtown and did I want to go with. I did want to go (who doesn't love science?!), but I had to work all day. Stupid work, always interrupting my leisure activities!
I guess I just wish someone called every day to go out. Since that doesn't happen, it makes me feel like my life is boring, that I'm boring and no wonder I don't get asked on dates or have someone to "play" with. I try not to cry and be depressed, but sometimes these stupid hormones won't let me. I was feeling like this yesterday when I decided I wanted barbecue. I went to Bone Daddy's. It's like Hooters, only with steak and ribs instead of hot wings and burgers. I sat at the bar to order since I was alone. One guy looked over and did that "hey" nod. After a few sips of my Blue Moon beer, an older guy on my right who was wearing a green Hawaiian shirt  came over and said, "You look like you could use a friend. Can I buy you a beer?" Ugh, I thought,  because I wanted that cute guy across the bar to come over, but said, "Oh, no thanks, I've got one." He smiled, said okay and quietly returned to his plate of nachos.  I munched on my steak sandwich and started thinking how much guts it takes anyone to walk over to a stranger and start a conversation. And I was needing a friend. Don't worry, I didn't take him up on his offer, but when I was about to leave, I told him thanks for coming over since I was feeling bad the last few days and that I appreciated his gesture. He looked happy and introduced himself as Sid and said that if I decide to come back that I should pull up a stool and the beer would be on him. I might say "hi" if I go back and he's there, but I'm always weary of certain guys intentions.

As some of you know, I love to play boardgames. Since I don't have anyone to play with, I do what my cousin, Guy, my sister and I used to do when we were little and played kick ball with just the three of us: we had "ghost players".

I set up The Game of Life yesterday. (I did not bother inserting those stupid little buildings, they are useless anyway. I may use them in a craft of some sort.) I picked out some cars and put in the people. I have taken the liberty of writing in a few of my own rules:

getting married: Vicki's rules are that you
don't have to get married if you don't want
and you don't have to marry someone of
the opposite sex if you don't want!

I like this rule because it's true! The game itself has made some modern changes such as the college debt. It used to be $40,000 now it's $100,000. This is actually pretty close to the debt I'll be in when I graduate! But, the rules still say to stop and get married. I say "NO!" Lots of people have babies and aren't married these days and anyway, when I played this game with my mom a few years ago and stopped to get married, I said, "I going to marry a girl" and promptly put another pink peg in my car. My mother didn't even blink, she just said, "Okay" and took her turn.

Now, if any of you want to play The Game of Life with me, just call or text or come over. I could cook for you too!