I am not sure this xanga has one anymore.  Which would explain why it has been so damn long since I have used it.  The only people that read this is Chris and Trish... *shrugs* So why the hell not....

I'm still in this town.  The town I went to college in.  The town that I have worked in for almost 9 years.  I'm still here.

Despite graduating college, I am now also trying to get a degree in creative writing.  Which I would have done in the first place, if the writing teacher wasn't such and ASS.

And of course there's a guy.  A guy that is wonderful.  A guy that (as sickening as this very well is) leaves me completely in awe of him.  Which is made so much more awesome by the fact that he totally digs me as well.  Oddly enough, we actually met over an online dating site.  Which I know how sad looking that may make me look, but I don't give a damn.  It was worth it because I found him.  But it wasn't like we were completely strangers, oddly enough.  We had actually met once about a year before when I was hanging out with the preformentioned Mycul.  And we have lived under 25 miles from eachother out entire lives.  And competed in the same events.  We have quite a few mutual friends.  And our families turn out to know eachother (mostly through job related activities).  So... that's weird, right?  We talked for a week or so just over the internet and then decided to meet and go on a date... this was April 5th.  And on April 5th I was completely blown away that this guy had been so close to me my entire life and yet we had never really met.  But it all worked out fine, so no complaints here.

My best friend is moving again.  Up stairs.  So guess what I get to do tomorrow!  But it shouldn't be too horribly bad.  I mean, she lost most of her stuff in the fire in December.  But still.  Upstairs.  Fuck.

Ow.  I just peeled way too much skin off of my finger (extreme steam burn).  But that is really not the point of this...

So, we know that I am talking to a nice guy.  Woot for that.  He doesn't really get in the internet to network and he doesn't like texting, so I hadn't talked to him for a few nights.   I was having kind of an off day yesterday, so Roxie and I went to the bar last night around 12:30 and had a drink.  So, I'm sitting there, kind of bummed out and all that jazz, and I hear Charlie behind me.  Charlie is the guy that Mycul lives with.  So I turn around, and Mycul is there, with this completely shocked look on his face, which I am sure matched my own.  So, that wasn't a good start to ANYTHING (because due to illigical-ness, I still kind of like Mycul even though he completely blew me off.  I had fun with him.)  So, I talk to him a bit, mostly about getting my stuff back, and I turn around to finish my drink quickly because I am kind of panicked inside because I didn't know what I was going to do.  Should I just ride whatever this was out, or should I call Nathanial and try to make the first move there?  So, in my little ol' head, I had decided that I was going to call Nathanial, because I had gotten a small burst of confidence at the fact that I could see that Mycul still liked me.  But then, when I turned back around, Nathanial was standing right behind me.  Super.  At one point in the evening, I got up, and when I came back, the only place at the bar was one seat with Mycul on one side and Nathanial on the other.  And they were both trying to talk to me.  When the bar closed, Mycul even invited me back to his place to drink with the guys.

Don't worry.  The lapse went away.  I stayed in town and hung out with all of those people and Nathanial.  It was fun.

But things like that NEVER happen to me.

Odd.

J

So, Spec (Sports Spectacular) is in a week.  It is like the worst week of my life the entire year.  Last summer, I had the restaurant, so I didn't have to work it.  Guess they are torturing me for it this year.  I work nine days straight and all the days are AT LEAST 8 hours long.  AND, as if they wanted to put the final nail in my coffin, the entire week, my hours are 11:30 to 8:30 until the last day, where I work from 5-2:30.  So, I have to pretty much go to bed as soon as I get home that last day.  They are trying to kill me.  Not fair.

I love my best friend to death, but she is so wishy-washy sometimes (that is still a saying, right?).  She has really been wanting this job that opened up at the commons (Catering assistant), and they finally offered her the position after a whole day of interviewing people, and she told them she had to think about accepting it.  And she's isn't messing with them, she isn't sure if she wants to take it.  And even though she has a great job at the commons now, she STILL went and got a second job at a gas station in town.  Which wouldn't bother me at all except for the fact that she left the commons early today to go train there, and so I had to clean up her mess before I could even start my day.

Next Friday at work, they are giving us all these HUGE food service tests to see how much everyone knows.  And I know pretty much all of the food regulations known to man, so I shouldn't be nervous.  But I think the fact that I am having to take a test at work kind of has me uneasy.  Huh.

I am still trying to decide if  I want to say anything to Tilley.  I am usually pretty good at judging if people like me (it's everything that follows AFTER that I seem to get mixed up on) -- I can't think of a time that I have been wrong.  But... I just don't know if it is worth it.  If we end up dating and then he leaves, there are basically two outcomes -- we just stop everything abruptly and that will suck OR we continue dating and it would be long distance.  And I hate those.  So, I am wondering if it would just be best to just stay friends.

I just don't want to regret.

Last night, my cat gave me a scratch right down my tattoo on my right wrist.  I hate it when that happens.  Don't mess up my ink, dang it.

The stand-up comedian that i am listening to just suggested a skating rink that served alcohol.  That seems like about the worst idea ever.

J