Sheesh, a week and a half? Well, a large part of that is due to the fact that my flash drive broke (greatly reducing my opportunity to write). Actually, I haven't been writing much of anything lately. What have I been up to? Work, and lots of it. I logged about 8 hours of OT in the previous two-week period and I've already got 7.5 this week (had 2 hours both Monday and Tuesday). That hasn't allowed me to do much of anything (which means I don't have much to write about), although I have worked out. Anyway, last weekend I was all ready to go out after UConn made the Final Four...but the club changed the pricing without telling anyone. Not cool. One of the DJs tried to talk me into staying, but I left on principle.
Never got a chance to catch up with my friend, but I'm not sure why. She said she was leaving Sunday, so I texted her Saturday. Still haven't gotten a response, although she and I have talked via FB comments since then. She hasn't explained, and I haven't pushed it since it really doesn't matter. Ah, speaking of woman trouble...
...last Sunday I was scheduled to go out with this girl - oh yeah, she pushed our outing back from Friday since she had to go out of town - but then Sunday morning she pushed it back to 6. Problem: by that point I'd pretty much lost interest in her and quite frankly would have preferred to simply stay home and watch the game. She said she'd call around 5:30. Call never came, I watched Kentucky/UNC (while still getting over the shock of Kansas losing to VCU) and that was it. Neither of us has attempted to contact the other since.
Normal week, except for my actually going to Little Black Dress Night on Wednesday. It was cool: not my type of vibe, but cool. There were a lot more men than I expected, which of course was not the business. I also was reminded of my fear of falling. The event is held on the 8th floor of a hotel and I had to walk really close to the edge. Given the relatively low height of the wall (about four feet) and my high center of gravity, I was not comfortable at all. I probably looked like I was walking in high heels. I felt like I was nervous, and I felt myself looking like I was nervous.
Friday I went on campus and this girl called me "sir". Given the fact that most people have said I look young for my age ever since I was 17, I was taken aback. I then decided that I'm going with the bald look (down in Lauderdale we say "rocking a zero") for the foreseeable future. I can't do the "sir" stuff, I'm sorry.
Yesterday I somehow kept myself busy all day - oh yeah, I caught up on music - until the basketball games started. If you care about the results, you know them already. Obviously I was very happy. Waited in line at the club (different than the one from last weekend) for over an hour. After they held the line up to ridiculous levels - if you get in a line of maybe 50 people at 10:40, not getting in before 12 is ridiculous - I went to a house party that I only heard about because the girls in line behind me were talking about it. Of course the cops shut down the party just as it was taking off. Oh well, such is. At least I got to celebrate somewhat.
Today I've just watched Joel so far. On deck? Washing the car, a BBQ, the UConn women, and WrestleMania. There may be some other stuff too. Just playing it by ear and living life. Oh, I almost forgot: I weigh more now than I ever have before. Between eating at the office and working out, I've put on some pounds. This is a good thing, by the way. I want to start running again, but I don't want to lose weight that I've gained. It will make me healthier, though, and give me more stamina (not that it's needed for anything) so that's a fair tradeoff. Oh well, by ear...like everything else.
One last thing: so I figured out how to solve this moral dilemma I've had. Ever since a harrowing experience here, I've distanced myself from one of my friends. To not go into too much detail, he did something that I just can't vibe with on any level (if you're a regular reader, you can probably guess what). I had an epiphany last week when, as I was eating breakfast, I remembered the phrase "hate the sin, not the sinner". Ever since then I've worked to apply it. There's also the "all sin is sin" part and that which says that we're not to judge one another. I'm not perfect, so me holding someone else's imperfections against them is unfair to say the least. To top it all off, Joel's sermon this morning was about helping others. Somehow his messages always apply to something I'm going through at the particular time I hear them.
Okay, I'm really done now.
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