Well well. Sorry for all the non-updating bullshit. Something weird is happening with my computer at home and I am not able to access the web page builder. You know what, anyway? I have finals going on. I am so sick of school. I will get this shit all figured out soon. In the meantime you can look at my LJ if you wanna.
I can�t get over it being 2003. Either I�m slow, or I�m nostalgic. I can�t seem to stop dating my checks 2002 either way.
I�m a little depressed lately. For one thing, the job search is discouraging and frightening. There is just nothing out there right now. I have to think positive though, I want this new position at the college so badly. I am positive that I�m a strong candidate for the job, and a lot of confidence can spring from that awareness. There are pros and cons of course. Pro: money, money, money. Con: no more big fat office with a shower and a fridge and a stereo and free long distance. I haven�t got much further than that on my Pro and Con List.
I�m also sad because I miss my boyfriend. Wah, wah. I know, shush. It�s hard to be separated from him though, especially in the excitement stage. The fresh, butterflies-in-the-tummy feelings have never lasted this long into a relationship for me before. I still get a lump in my throat and hot cheeks when he tells me I�m sexy or�elaborates on the subject. I blush when he kisses me in public. I still have that �Oh, I hope he really likes me!� school girl sensation even though we are far beyond that. It�s fantastic, which makes it all the more difficult to be apart.
On a happier note, I went clothes shopping not too long ago and most of the stuff I got is too big already. I�m going to have to take the lovely wool pants back. Oh what a feeling. When a pair of size 6 slacks look like clown pants on you, how can you not smile just a little? When you buy the smallest size skirt on the rack and you can twirl it all the way around your waist, well, that feels plain good.
I�ve been thinking about something all day: when, in the movies, one partner tells the other they are in love with someone else, why do they always say, �What�s his/her name?� Why doesn�t anyone ever get tired of using this line in the scripts? Don�t you think it�s a little clich� for God�s sake? From now on, I�ll condemn any movie that uses that stupid line.
By the way, I know I'm talking about a lot of nonsense but I'm pretty well convinced that nobody really reads this anyway.
