Out of frustration I had to stop what I was doing and post.

Sort of a blah post today.

I guess I am obsessed now to the point where posting has become theraputic. Whatever the case may be, I had a headache starting to spread throughout my entire head and I had to stop and breathe and just vent in a post.

The last three months have been far from stressful in terms of having things to do, yet they have been stressful in other ways. I am learning how to deal with this kind of stress, but today I was confronted with “normal people’s” life stress and it was like, “What is this!?” I guess I’ve forgotten that sort of stress.

Welcome back.

Where do I start? The events don’t tie together, but I just felt like writing about them. They all don’t have to do with stress, but I guess that is how I’m how I’m feeling right so maybe I will start with that. Hmmm. Am I being confusing? Maybe. I apologize. I guess I just need to get a thousand things out and I don’t know where to begin piecing everything.

Okay.

Maybe I should start with last night. I have been totally void of “HEI” for the last 3 months. Let me clarify. HEI. Human Environment Interaction. My 7th grade geography teacher would have been proud that I actually remembered a concept. I’m sure all she remembers about me was that I used to flirt with William W. during class, and the very last day of school she had to separate us (I had a thing for Wills even back then). Well Mrs. K, I was listening. Anyway, my sister had old Mrs. K 7 years later and also learned the HEI concept. We had a talk about it yesterday and I was like, “That is IT! This is my problem.”

Human Environment Interaction makes the world go round and I have never been more void of it in my life. Seriously, if anyone came over to visit me tomorrow I would probably attack them with excitement. I’m not joking. I don’t think I would behave myself. I’d probably be going a million miles a minute just because I had someone out of my micro sphere of interaction- my sister- to talk to. I would probably scare a guest with being over-friendly and over-bubbly and overly everything.

Anyway, because my last few months have been different than anything I’ve ever known, and because I love being around people and haven’t, I have become clingy to Will (Agh! All men around the world have heard me say the “C“ word and run the opposite direction screaming in a high pitch shrill) This just stared to happen over the last 2 weeks. I don’t know if its because I know i have a job and am so anxious to start but haven’t been able to so I gotten edgy or what the deal it.  I don’t really know the right way to explain how I’ve been, but it’s even annoying me!

I get so glad that he is home and I want his full and total attention because for me, he is pretty much the 2nd person I’ve seen all day, but he has interacted with tons of people throughout the day. He wants to spend time with me, but he doesn’t want to be mauled with a million questions and the Spanish Inquisition of ALL details,

“How was your day!?”

“What did you do?”

“What did you have for lunch?“

“How many times did you go to the bathroom?“ and everything else (okay, so I don’t as the bathroom thing, but if I don’t get myself together this question could be included in the repertoire).

I don’t do this to be annoying, but it feels like I was apart of the day he had, and not sitting around all day totally bored watching Roseanne.

I know the way to fix this is for me to start working and to get out of this apartment and be able to have a “normal” schedule with normal HEI, but until then I really have to stop with the annoying stuff.

I have become so naggy to Will because it’s like I expect him on his best behavior and I am so sensitive if he doesn’t want to answer questions or he doesn’t seem as excited to see me as I am to see him. I have to realize that I am so giddy because he is my second HEI all day. He has had lots of HEI interaction and simply wants me to sit by him and relax a little.

Anyway, last night was bad. i was being sensitive about something and I don’t even remember how everything escalated, but we got in an argument and Will told me how he had been feeling- as if I didn’t already know-like I said I’ve been annoying myself for the last 2 weeks. I felt terrible.

He had gotten a box a 1983 football cards in the mail and was so very excited to open them with me (because this is a set we are collecting together), and I had to ruin the night.

I really did. I felt so bad.

I started crying and we talked and Will pretty much told me that I had to SHOW him that I was sorry and I couldn’t just say it. He is right. I felt yucky, but Will thought we shouldn’t focus on that stuff and should open our cards since we were looking forward to it for a few weeks now.

It was so awesome. talk about nostalgia. We bought 83 because it is my birth year and we are looking to by an 80 for Will. They were OLD cards, but it was so cool to open up a never been opened box of 22 year old cards with Bazooka gum still in the package.

Yuck.

Of course, I’m a weirdo and had to try this 22 year old gum. It turned to crap and powder in my mouth. Does that mean that since I’m 22 I have terrible taste and fall apart at the sight of trouble? You’d think during these last couple of weeks that was true! I really need a job! I’m ready to feel like my goofy, crazy (in a good way… if that is possible) self again.

The night was fun after that, seeing if we would pull any famous people and just the idea tht these were “historic” cards. It wasn’t as great as it should have been, but I’m glad it wasn’t totally ruined.

I really have to get some HEI in my life. I need to be able to be my friendly self and just smile to other people other than my sister!

I just want to get some HEI!

Well, I’m getting what I wish for.

Praise the Lord.

Unfortuately, it’s not going to be as easy as I had hoped. I got a letter from my recruiter and I have to leave the country so I can get my working visa. Will and I get to take a trip! Yay. The concept sounds exciting, but I’m afraid it is going to be stressful up until we get on the plane, and maybe even a little during the trip. We found out about having to take this trip last week, but weren’t able to make plans because we didn’t know when they would give me the go to leave.

So we have 3 days to plan a trip.

So many of the hotels are booked, and the ones that are available are out of this world. We didn’t get a chance to plan and save for this trip, so it has been a stressful afternoon. I’ve been searching endlessly for hotels where we are going only to be seriously disappointed. I feel bad because I know Will is stressed about everything and plus he has to ask off work last minute. On top of that, Will’s fantasy drafts started today and I know he is worried that we won’t be able to find a place where we can get on a computer to draft and stuff. I don’t need to tell you girls again how much of a priority that stuff is! (I did find an internet cafe online, hopefully it’s legit and he can draft and I can post a quick note of all the things I’ve seen) It just doesn’t feel like much of a trip right now. It seems more like a headache!

We had been saving Will’s living allowance for plane tickets back home for Christmas, so that wipes that account out! Sort of a bummer, but that is life. I hope tomorrow I will have more optimistic news, because we will have to book a hotel by tomorrow morning. I think once we secure a place, even though it’s organ donor expensive, I will feel a little better. I think it will be really great to get to see another place in the Middle East, so I just need to stay positive and enjoy time away with Will- God knows I need it and that I need some HEI.

So thats why I had to stop what I was doing. Last minute hotel searching in an expensive place- there is no fun in this.

As for some other news, we actually had some excitement in our area this morning! Okay- we do not live in the ghetto, but this story will probably make it sound like it. There is a decent amount of quiet prostitution and affairs and stuff that go on in this country, which is totally illegal.( yet the Kuwait orphanages are over flowing because so many Kuwaiti men sleep with their Filipino maids or store workers and they have to give up their child for adoption and the guy never gets caught. It’s all about wasta- or power).

I’ll tell you how little they tolerate indecency: 2 American employees were making out in a company car in the back of their apartment compex- it wasn’t in a crowded area or anything. Anyway, 4 cops dragged them out of their car, arrested them, and deported them back home. So, as you can see there isn’t much tolerance- even for some teenage-necking adults.

Every now and then you will read in the paper that they busted some TCN traffiking ring and stuff. Today we had a tiny little arrest at our complex! Its amazing how exciting things can seem after you sit in an apartment all day. The housing Nazis were doing inventory this morning, so my dad was home later than usual this morning. He got a call from a friend telling him to go out to the balcony. We go out and hear this deafening screaming. 2 police men had managed to struggle two women (there were originally 7, but the others somehow scattered and got away) into their car, close the door, only to have them to escape. They were chasing them, and the women were beating the cops and kicking them and yelling. They were laying on the ground and screaming hysterically. It was scary. My sister- sweet, empathetic soul- gets our camera out to capture the exciting “Keeping the Country Prostitution-Free” moment on tape.

From that moment on I can see the struggle and the fighting- which was totally weird- but all I can hear is my sister saying such Christian things like, “You slut!” and “I bet you were screaming like that last night!”

What a well-mannered, even-temered girl.

She does not get this yelling at those about to be arrested stuff from me!

I had to go in because I was afraid the cops were going to come after us next (I’m totally joking, they didn’t hear). I can’t do the story justice, you had to be there, but it was pretty crazy. The cop was doucing her with water and she was spitting on him and kicking him. I’m honestly surprised at how much restraint the cop showed. He sure did yell at her before he picked her up and forced her in the police car, this time for good. Oh the excitement. How sad.

Did I say I needed some HEI?

Yeah.

That’s evident.