Needing a new hobby....

So...I absolutely love crocheting. ADORE it. But I've been crocheting so much that my wrists are getting incredibly messed up. You know it's bad if within 15 minutes I end up being in pain.

So while I don't intend on completely giving up on crocheting (I have afghans to finish, after all!) I need to find a different hobby to occupy my time until my wrists heal up a bit. I was thinking of getting back into writing...

I used to write many years ago. Had all sorts of stories planned! I just...never finished any of them...so for now, I thought that it would be fun to pick them back up. Try getting back into the half-created worlds scattered in the many notebooks around my room. Don't know how far I'll be able to go, or how good the stories will be, but I thought that it was worth a try.

Wish me luck!

Weirdest phone calls I have ever recieved in my life.

First of all, I'd like to mention that both of these calls were to my cell phone and were very recent. The first call was a few days ago, and the second one just minutes ago.

Phone Call #1:

The guy on the phone asked for a Shelly. I told him there's no one here by that name and that I think he has the wrong number. He didn't seem to believe me.

"Remember, we met at the casino, and we talked about paralegal stuff...I gave you my buisness card..."

I had to stop him. "No, I'm sorry. This is Rachel and there is no Shelly here."

"But this is the number she gave me...she wrote it down on a card and gave it to me."

"I'm sorry but this is not her number. This is my cell number."

The guy kind of stopped for a moment. "Oh, this is your cell number?" He sounded like he was in disbelief, because that meant that the girl gave him the wrong number on purpose.

I was feeling kind of sorry for him by this point, so I listened to him for a bit. Trying to sound understanding and such. After all, this girl dumped him without even giving him a chance. Eventually he appologized for the trouble and he hung up.

Still, even though I felt sorry for him, that was the weirdest call I had ever recieved.

Or so I thought until...

Phone Call #2:

It's late at night and I'm just chatting with a couple of friends on the internet when my phone rings on my nightstand. I look to see who on earth would be calling me at this time, but the number is restricted. I'm tempted to just ignore it, but I decide to answer.

"Hello?"

Some guy whose voice I don't recognize asks, "Hello?"

"Who is this?"

"Michael Jackson!"

I'm in disbelief at this point. "Um...Michael Jackson died a few days ago..."

He pauses and asks, "Have you heard of MTV?"

"Right...who are you and what do you want?" If you can't tell I'm getting somewhat annoyed at this point.

The guy gets all shnazzy. "Just, beat it."

"..."

I'm losing interest and don't pay attention to the next sentence or two the guy babbles. I think I said, "umm..."

And then came what I'm sure all of you were expecting. "We could have sex."

Yeah, the guy offered sex.

My reply, "Umm...ok, I'm going to hang up now. Have a good night."

Seriously, strangest phone calls I've ever recieved in my life. o_o;;

Rant

Background info: Both Lady E and I want to date Nil. We tell Nil that we want him to make a decision by the end of the weekend. Nil talks to Byron, mutual friend of ours, about this. Byron asks me why we want Nil to make a decision. I tell him because Lady E and I do not want to be strung out anymore. Byron replies that we worry too much and suffer from one-itis (there not being more than one option). Basically that tells me he doesn't get it. I tell him I really don't feel like explaining it to him.

He replies, "I understand. You just don't want to be patient and feel like you're entitled to something."

You know what? I am entitled to something. I am entitled to a boyfriend who is not two-timing or cheating on me. I am entitled to my emotions not being toyed with. I am entitled to be seen as valuable and precious and to be loved. I am entitled to no one making me feel less than who I am. And I am entitled to be able to talk about how I feel and what I think without being shot down and made to feel like I'm an idiot.

You know why, Byron?

I am worth it.