The World Has Turned And Left Me Here

Life is cyclical. I had a good few weeks, then a few bad weeks, now I'm here in the middle of "Meh" again. Things are neither good nor bad. I'm single, as expected, though I wasn't really...I don't know. I found it very hard to trust The Boy. That made it easier when he told me that he wanted to see other people. I lost my faith in him after the concert he took me to. He then proceeded to cancel plans on me twice before confessing he wanted to go back to the dating site we met on and look for someone else. I took it remarkably well for me. I replied "Sure thing" and went on my merry way. No tears, no fuss. I even laughed about it.

I'm extremely worried about my research paper for Sociology. I need to get it done by Wednesday.

When You're Up, You're Up

The last couple of weeks have been awesome. I'm waiting for the cycle of suck that is my life to kick in. Usually when I have a period of time that is really awesome, and everything seems like it's going perfectly, something happens (get broken up with, lose my job, family member dies, etc etc) and I spend even longer completely hating everything. But it's been about three weeks now, and everything's seriously awesome. Longer than three weeks, actually, probably since our midterm results came back.
I'm not in a relationship, but something's definitely starting, and it makes me happy. He's the first decent guy I've dated, and doesn't want to jump into things only to have the relationship fizzle out after a month or two. I respect that and have been trying my damnedest to control my "KISS ME AND KISS ME NOW" urges. Which is hard, as he is hot.
No job yet either, but I'm starting a tidy little business on campus. Can't tell you too much about it in case campus officials start reading this (and no, it's not drugs) but it's going pretty well so far. I've got two clients (that makes me sound like a hooker...I'm not a hooker either) and hopefully through word-of-mouth I'll get some more. If I earn enough money, I'm doing one of two things: I'm either going to Geneseo for a weekend, or I'm getting those piercings I've wanted for like ever.
What else is going well? Mother went to Michigan for 4 days, and totally expected to come back to a trashed house. Well, JOKE'S ON YOU, MOTHER! Since I had only one guest who stayed longer than like 2 hours, my house was nice and clean throughout the weekend, requiring only a little bit of vacuuming at the eleventh hour before she came home. She was ecstatic and gave me some stuff she brought back from Michigan. Nothing exciting, though - socks, sweatpants, a sweater, and pyjama bottoms. She apparently couldn't find the iPod she promised me but that's OK. I'll probably end up buying it myself anyway. Either that or an XBox 360. Want. So bad.
I've decided to save up for a car and my license. The Boy has a car but it's not fair to make him drive like an hour and a half just to come see me every weekend, so with any luck I'll be able to get a car before next winter.
Not sure if I'm going to E.M.U. next fall. Might stay here if things keep going this well :]

24 Hours Without Sleep

Went on a date last night that started at 7pm. We went to one of my favourite restaurants and had a pretty awesome time laughing at Shake Weight commercials in between soccer games. (Newcastle vs Arsenal) The conversation was kinda stilted at dinner and my heart began to sink because I didn't want to come off as the lame chick I am, but then he suggested bowling. I hadn't gone bowling in about a year but I love it, so I immediately agreed. At the bowling alley, we became more comfortable with each other and laughed as I lost horribly twice. The night was young (only about 10 o'clock) so I suggested after the game that we do something else, though I didn't really have any plans in mind. We ended up going to the Oneonta Price Chopper to buy him some groceries, and I covertly grabbed his hand which turned out to be kosher, as he would reach out for my hand again after getting something off a shelf. From there, he suggested that since I had no definable curfew (I should have been home hours before) we go to his place to watch some Monty Python, a shared interest of ours. We watched Eric Idle's Personal Best and Meaning of Life back-to-back and the next thing I knew, it was 4 o'clock in the morning and my mother was probably already awake, wondering where the hell I was. After much reluctance, involving several kisses, we hightailed it back to my town, chattering happily the entire way. I got home at 5am, where my mother took the opportunity to scream at me about thinking I was dead, I never do anything, I shall be her slave for the next forever, blah blah blah. I went to sleep smiling because I can say for certain that that was the happiest night I have ever had.

Man, What Talent.

I seem to have a real talent for not only running through jobs like you wouldn't believe, but running through men like you wouldn't believe. This blog doesn't get much traffic, which I'm grateful for, because I really prefer not making an ass out of myself by announcing one post that I've found a good guy or a good job, then the next post saying "never mind" and having a few hundred people going "wow, you suck." So yeah.

I'm single and unemployed. Single as of about a week and a half ago and unemployed as of Wednesday. I have no prospects for the job market. Pretty much the same for the other as well; I tend to become attracted to people that would never look twice at me, and that seems to be the way of my current situation. The man that I would truly like to be with, someone who I feel a strong connection to, lives about five hours away in another country, and it's not looking good for us to ever be able to pursue something. What a muddle I am.

So yeah. Stay tuned I guess.

Invasion!

Last Monday was the beginning of college. Naturally, everyone was eager to blow Mommy and Daddy's money immediately, so Pizza Hut was swamped both last weekend and this weekend.

This week was pretty good for me; I'm a fulltime student in addition to being Pizza Hut's bitch, and I'm in my element when I'm at school. Usually I only work weekends (and turns out Tuesdays) so this week I had all the time in the world to study and make new friends. Which I did. However, Friday came around and I went to work with a somewhat heavy heart, knowing that I would probably be waiting on people I know. Friday, that was not the case, but Saturday two different people noticed me and were like "OHAI!"

My friend Craig was the second. He was quite surprised to see me, because apparently I'm "cool" so therefore I shouldn't be working....I think...I didn't really see the logic but hell, let's roll with it. I took his table and bullshitted with him for a while, a big smile on my face the entire time, partly because I'm at work and that's what I do and partly because OH MY GOD YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS KID, HE IS GORGEOUS. He was with a group of people I didn't know and they all seemed pleasant, and when they left they didn't leave a mess. Craig had left $5 on the table. I was surprised as hell. I think on Monday I'll give him a hug.

The rest of the night we were swamped, and even when it died down a little I was running around frantically. I'm not sure why. I made a good amount of money which I proceeded to try to blow because I wanted to go to Oneonta, and no one could take me. So I ended up saving it and talking to my boyfriend for two and a half hours on the phone. (Oh, by the way I have a boyfriend now and he is perfect. Just so you know. Be jealous.)

Waitressing is a Bitch.

I'm in my fifth week waiting tables at Pizza Hut. For the most part I think I've got it down - seat the customers, get them drinks, take their orders, deliver the food, give them their checks. The cleaning part, not so much. People decided not to train me correctly, so I've had to figure things out as I go. So far so good though. I've had no complaints from customers or management, which makes me happy.

It's hard on the feet, however, and I've come home many times a little crippled. My mother says it's because I'm HEFTY HEFTY HEFTY, which is changing. I've already lost a fair amount of weight, and with my new exercise and eating plan, I could easily drop another 10 pounds before I go back to college the first of September. So yay me, I guess.

I'm attempting to save up money to go to Toronto sometime in the next year. Of course there's a guy involved. Possibly the sweetest guy I've ever encountered. However, I've found that it would be $103 to get up there, with about 9 hours on the bus. This is very saddening to me, as I have no real desire to spend such a large chunk of my day on a rattling death trap. I'll have to figure out something.

But otherwise, nothing much to report.

Skeetza Hut Time!

So I no longer work at FVS now. After being written up three times during the course of my month's employment and not being told about ANY of them until my last day, I had had enough of the pretty abusive behaviour that Tom was displaying toward me. Sooooo I went out and got myself a new job that I'm starting today. This probably means a change of name is in order for my blog, but eh. I'll get around to it.

Also, potential new boyfriend.