WHAT DOES THIS MEAN FOR YOU?? *big smiley face*

It means I’m going to give you a debriefing on CC+4, #3 and that new Jordin Spark’s craptastic song that I downloaded because well – LOVE IS A BATTLEFIELD – oh and I’m also going to explain why I am at war.

THAT’S RIGHT!  I’m AT WAR!!! … or at least my heart is …

LOVE IS A BATTLEFIELD

The song says “Don’t try to explain your mind I know what’s happening here.  One minute it’s love and suddenly it’s like the battlefield.  … I never meant to start a war.”

I’m trying to decide how to make this long story short – ah ha!  OUTLINE!!!

1. #3 calls and quizzes me on my “sportiness”
2. I wonder why the BLEEP he’s telling me he wants to get me into the gym
3. #3 confesses he thinks I’m wonderful
4. I say, “Yeah except you think I’m fat.”
5. #3 FREAKS OUT!!  He just wanted to spend quality time with me
6. I think “oopsie!”
7. #3 decides we don’t understand each other and wants to get to know the “real me”
8. #3 tries to upset me
9. I get upset
10. #3 drops the L bomb

#3 DROPS THE L BOMB!!!!!!

And then I say, “What?  No I don’t think so.  You can’t drop that on me right now while you’re PURPOSEFULLY TRYING TO MAKE ME UPSET!!”

He blah blah blahs some more and his phone dies.  And I’m left bewildered.

And then I went boating and well – see for yourself.  Me w/CC+4.

A picture speaks a thousand words.  And this pic in color – well – it speaks volumes.  Volumes and volumes.  It’s a great picture but I can’t go down this road again.  It hurt too much last time. He crushed me when suddenly stopped logging onto skype, stopped responding to emails – he deserted me.  And yet the feelings were instantly rekindled when I got home … but I don’t work that way.

I CAN’T TURN MY HEART OFF AND ON LIKE THAT!!!  And seeing him again … I can’t … I can’t.  I’m slipping – I have feelings for him.  But …

I can’t.  I really really can’t.  My heart can’t take it.  Not now – not when I’m supposed to leave in a week.  Not when #3 is dropping the L bomb on me.  Not when – well – not now.

My life is in Syndey now right?  I live there.  It’s where I’m supposed to be.

right ?

And I REALLY like #3.

So CC+4 – well … maybe I need to let him go.  Figuratively of course.  I need to tell my heart to let him go.  I need to focus on what’s REAL. And although my feelings for him are most definitely real – CC+4 has not done anything to lead me to believe he has any intentions for long term.  And if I can fully let him go – my heart will have no strings holding it back from #3.

I guess that settles things.  I have feelings for #3.  I have feelings for CC+4.  #3 has feelings for me.  CC+4 – ??  #3 wants a relationship.  CC+4 and I live 8,000 miles apart.  And now I just have to convince myself that spending time with CC+4 will do nothing but make the break in my heart more painful when I leave.  It’s time to let go.

But … if that’s the case – why does my heart feel this way??

• Ultimate BFF’s name means someone who has an extremely small bladder and constantly has to pee.
• Daisy means “the one” – or a girl who stands out as being your perfect girl as soon as you see her. (also means total retard.)
• CC+4′s name means someone who can look amazingly sexy while doing nothing.  (I totally agree )
• FM’s GF’s name means someone who is set in her ways.

Haha – ok so that was fun.  I had a good laugh.  NOW let’s be cereal serious.  Some of the definitions on urbandictionary.com are street slang – REAL street slang.  They have taken words – any word – and created 50 kajillion definitions for each of these words.  Many of the definitions are in stark contrast to each other.

Why oh why is this happening?  How is this acceptable?

I fall prey to the lazy slang trap too.  I’ve been known to say something was wicked cool.  And CC+4 says “sick kick” – don’t worry- I didn’t know what that meant either.  I had to ask – at which point CC+4 laughed.

But I AM concerned about the declination of our language.  My teacher made a great comment in class on Tuesday.  She mentioned that regardless of the digitalization of our world – we still can’t communicate without a common language (which requires grammar and spelling rules – along with shared definitions.)  I agree.

There really IS a word for anything you want to say – and if you can’t think of it – it’s probably because you need to expand your vocabulary.  In fact – instead of taking regular words and making them mean different things – oh prepare yourself – I’m about to say something CRAZY – maybe we should learn the CORRECT word. Oh but that would require WORK (roll my eyes.)

Speaking of work -  I’ve started a new workout plan – YAY!  I now jog on the beach 3x per week with my FM.  And starting next week I reduce my caloric intake.  I want to lose 5 kg – wish me luck!! 

And as far as the word “Brutal” I’m pretty positive that the definition IS in fact “sitting in a 3 hour class with a teacher who turned off the lights, closed the blinds, had a messed up power-point, didn’t give us any breaks, and was a bit flustered – when it’s a beautiful 80F outside and all you want to do is go to the beach.”  Oh yes – that is most definitely the definition of the word brutal – and my class today fit that definition.

I know – I know.  I really don’t have much to say for myself in defense.  But the fact of it is – as of late I DO have a Kiss Test.  It started out as very general preferences but over the past 2 years it’s become more solidified with rules, exceptions and various forms of extra credit.  LOL!  I know – this is crazy right?  Well what can I say?  I love rules!  AND I’ve never pretended that I’m not complicated in crazy ways.  lol.

I won’t post the rules and bore you to death but I had to chuckle at myself this morning when I was talking to Shezz and describing to her exactly how and why Dance Dance had failed the Kiss test and how even though according to standard measurements LOSER also failed the test he passed the overall Super Kiss Test barely because he scored extra credit with specific kiss techniques which make up for the subpar general kiss tactics.  Oh boy – yes I DID just say that.  ROLL MY EYES (at myself of course!)

Here are some kissing quizzes for your kissing pleasure. 

What color is your kiss? Two years ago I scored RED.  Today when I took the quiz again I scored RED.  What color are you?

What kind of kisser are you? Two years ago I scored EXPERT.  Today when I took the quiz again I scored half EXPERT and half PASSIONATE.

I guess some things never really change. 

Because of the weather I took my parent’s car out tonight – mine is a little on the slippery side.  (Note to self: don’t buy a sporty car if you live where it SNOWS! – my bad on that one.)  And LUCKY ME!!!  I learned that my parent’s car is one of those special cars – the ones with the keys that don’t work on the door – so I was locked outside of my car in 14F degree weather wearing a strapless sweater.  YAY for me!

BONUS!!!  – someone dinged the car!!!  And they were drunk.  And then the normally politically correct Daisy disappeared and frustrated Daisy took her place.   “Look Sweetie.  I’m not going to listen to you say you didn’t just hit my car.  I’m not drunk and I didn’t drink tonight – you ARE drunk and you DID drink tonight.  I know what happened and I’ve already called the police – so if you are going to continue yelling at me – you can just stop now because I won’t have it.”

The good news is that the boys with us were apparently street smart and before long had become “buddies” with the drunks and I got all of the information I needed from them.  Hooray for  – I don’t even know.  Should I be condoning street-smart-savvy-drunk-lingo?

But the good news is the night started out GREAT!   I went to dinner with my new Kindred Spirit. I was craving sushi like no other and MMMMM we went to the YUMMIEST place!  Then our waiter was pretty cute and he kept giving me these killer smiles!  He even threw in a surprise complimentary dessert at the end.  I left a note on the bill, “You are adorable and if I didn’t live in Australia I would have totally left my number. XO ~Daisy.”  I hope it made him smile. 

Next on to dancing.  Also very fun – until the end when I locked myself out of the car in 14F – oh wait I already told you that story.

THANK YOU SCOTT PETE!!!  He was asleep but came and rescued me by bringing a second set of keys.  Whew – he saved the day!

And BONUS!!! I met this beautiful guy.  Mmm mmm.  And he’s already asked me to hang out!  Nice!  Btw – this post is one day behind – tomorrow I’ll tell you about how I finally met up with MIUB tonight.  Yes MIUB – the most self-absorbed man in my life.  Funny – I was worried I’d miss out on some great adventures if I stayed a few weeks longer in SLC – but it looks like these extra couple weeks are going to be craaaaaazzzzzyyyyy.

For example may I please present to you Dance Dance.  I met Dance Dance at the Sugaa Bowl party where the Utes DOMINATED!!  Ok the truth of it is that I’ve seen Dance Dance at other parties but WOW it’s amazing how many more boys have the courage to talk to you when you don’t arrive at the party with your male BFF.  (mental note: continue to arrive at parties with your male BFF.)

He got my number through the use of the very predictable “May I borrow your phone” ploy and then played it cool throughout the night.  And even though I refused to dance with him (I don’t dance with boys – though yes I DID dance with a certain boy in Vegas) he still found me at the end of the night.   He offered me the shelter of an umbrella and his arm so I could make it to my car without slipping in my heels (it was snowing.)  Ah – he’s a gentleman!

True to dating rules I had a facebook friend request the next day and then a facebook message a couple days after that … I decided to make it easy on him.  “Maybe we should try that hang out thing again sometime – except this time I’ll show up.”  You see I had previously declined an offer…

“Hmm” he says, “When?” Nicely done – he put me on the spot.
“Anytime from Thursday on.” I replied.
“Ok.  Thursday then?” Ooh he jumped right on that didn’t he?  No chance at backing out.
“Thursday’s great.” 
“Do you mind if we get dinner first?” he asked. Smooth.  Look I’m not a proponent of games but I do find myself very intrigued by a guy who can play it this smoothly.
“Sounds perfect,” I replied, “I’ll look forward to it.”

Well it looks like I just got roped into a date??  I think so.   I received a text from him today (this was written on Wednesday) confirming dinner for tomorrow at 7:00.  I confirmed and he asked for my address which I gave to him BUT I also included “May I meet you somewhere to make it easier?”

He ignored me.  Of course he did.  And I guess that answers the date question.   It’s a date!

We’ll see if this guy can keep it up.  So far he’s playing his cards better than expected.  Not to mention he is sure making LOSER look like an even BIGGER loser.

Loser’s text tonight:  Have you gone back yet?
Mine:  Not yet…
Loser’s text:  Then why aren’t we hanging out?
Mine:  Because it’s Wednesday.  Tuesday’s are so much better.  Oh I just love dishing out a little sass!  He had his chance.

If he’s smart he’ll hold me to my word next Tuesday – but I don’t think he’s that smart.

I THINK I got the Friday night spot this week.  He asked when I would be free – I said anytime after today.  He replied, “Tomorrow then?”  I said “Sounds perfect.”  But wait a minute.  Tomorrow?  That’s FRIDAY!  What?  Did I just agree to a Friday night spot?  Did he just ask for a Friday night spot?

Umm …. this could go two ways.  1 – it’s a date and I just gave up my girl’s party night for him (which I’m ok with doing.)  OR 2 – he thinks I’ll come hang out with him later in the evening – haha!  yeah right!  There’s not a chance in this world of THAT!

This has trouble written all over it.  ALL over it.   (and yep – that’s him below – and yep – that’s me next to him.)

I’m going to be so upset if it’s option 2 (which I kind of suspect it is.)  ERR!   What a jerk!  Oh why oh why did he have to ask for FRIDAY????  Sunday – Thursday and this issue wouldn’t have come up.   But Friday nights have rules.  Friday nights are for dates – not catch-ups.  And we are SOOOOO not at the point of breaking rules yet.  I barely know him!  So great.  Now I will probably have to think he’s a jerk.

It is for this reason that abstract painting has always perplexed me.  Sure there are some rules as far as mixing colors, mediums and which brushes give you the best effect for what  – and then with a strong knowledge of the “rules” you can break them and create beautiful surprises or accidents.  But that’s about it.  There are no rules!!  You just slop some paint on a canvas and VOILA it’s art.  C’est impossible!

I really enjoy painting but I have yet to master the ability to let go of my structured views of the world in order to paint abstract versions of reality.   This is why #2 on my 101 list is to complete 3 abstract-ish paintings.  It’s time for me to let go.

My little (6’4″ tall brother) ScottPete has got to be one of the absolute coolest little brothers on the face of this Earth and in all of history.  So tonight, out of the goodness of his heart, he had a little one-on-one time with his sis (that’s me!) and we worked on my 101 list.  What did we do?  We painted.  Oh yes.

This is what we came up with after one hour of painting.  LOL!!!  We’ll do a second set tomorrow.  And a third later this week and then YAY!!  I can cross #2 off my list.

I’ll let you guess whose is whose. 

We’ll see if tomorrow’s efforts produce better results …

[evil eyes]

I think it may be time for a little refresher on Daisy’s Facebook Rules.  But before we get to the rules let me preface this by saying I do not hate Facebook.  I love-hate it.  And as such I have no intention of deleting my profile. Instead I like to think about Facebook rules that would make me happy.

1. Don’t tag me in pictures if I look dumb.
2. There is a fine line between creepy and friendly.  Please learn the difference and post/tag/comment accordingly.
3. Please THINK before putting any “xx”s or “mwa”s anywhere on my Facebook.   Moving too soon into the XX tag on my wall makes me glare at your picture and think bad thoughts.  And really, unless you are: 1- a girl, 2 – Davide, 3 – Matty Matt,  4 – BFA, or 5 – from Bondi, just don’t - ever.
4. Please don’t request to be my friend if we don’t know each other or if when we met I was constantly looking everywhere but at YOU (no I wasn’t nervous – I was UNCOMFORTABLE.)

If you have any rules to add – please comment.

I was rocking out on the dance floor, dancing and doing my thing.   I noticed this SUPERDUPER INCREDIBLY SEXY – tall, dark and handsome – older man totally perving on me.  (That’s Australian for checking me out hard core.)  Of course I’m super flattered because this man was perfection.  Absolute perfection.  Impeccable style, great presence, self assured, amazing posture and exactly my type – which means suave not trendy – fit not overbuilt – and refined with a splash of mystery.

We lock eyes and it’s game on!  I give a coy glance and turn my back to him.  I was wearing the flippin hottest designer backless top (class not trash ) and yeah – let’s just say he was lovin’ the view from behind. 

For the next hour he keeps tabs on me, rotates during conversations to keep me in view, follows me from area to area.   Everything is going exactly as planned. I LOVE that he plays along and I dig the constant eye contact.

Finally there he is – in my face – putting out his hand, “Hi I’m _____”  I’m such a sucker for guys who are straight forward!  We chit chat … he’s in from out of town – only staying one night – wants to party – asks where am I going after this…

EEEEWWWWW!  I’m not having a one night stand with a married man!!!!!  I don’t care how ridiculously good looking he is!  And no he wasn’t wearing a ring and didn’t tell me he was married but I have my sources.  GROSS!

[big sigh] What a shame.  He was to die for …

(I was told by my Aussie friends that my pancakes are American style AND delicious.  imagine that.)

2 c. buttermilk (or 2 c. milk + 1 T. lemon juice)
2 c. regular flour (or Orgran’s All Purpose Gluten-Free Flour)
2 T. sugar
2 tsp. baking powder
3/4 tsp. baking soda
1/2 tsp. salt
1 large egg
3 T. melted unsalted butter
1 c. blueberries

NOTE:  Gluten-Free flours are NOT made alike.  I’ve only tested this recipe with Orgran’s.

So this is ANOTHER recipe where you really need to follow the instructions for it to work.  I’m guessing that you, like me, rarely have buttermilk on hand – so go ahead and put the lemon juice in your milk and let it sit out for 5 minutes to make your own version of buttermilk.

Next mix the flour, sugar, b. powder, b. soda, and salt in a bowl.  Whisk it up and leave it with a nice well in the center.

Add the egg and melted (but slightly cooled) butter to the milk.  Whisk it up.

Pour the milk mix into the flour mix well.  Whisk it GENTLY.  The batter SHOULD be lumpy and you do NOT want to over mix it or it will be gross.  So for real – only whisk it until JUST MIXED.  Then drop it by 1/4 c. onto a preheated and pre-oiled or pre-buttered skillet.  Drop blueberries onto each pancake.  Cook for 1 1/2 – 2 min.  Flip and cook for additional 1-1 1/2 min.

Serve with maple syrup.  ENJOY!