Well, here are my choices.....

    1)  I can eat more Chewy Chips Ahoy while watching that skinny punk John Basedow on tv blabbing on about 6 pack abs and all that jazz.....or

    2) I can actually do something productive like clean, workout, read a book, etc.....or

    3) Take a nap.

I'm still not sure which option I will pick, but I have to say that those chewy chocolate chips are looking pretty good.

Hope all is well with you out there........

I don't know if I have suddenly become the world's most irresponsible student, but upon waking up late this morning, I decided that....Eh....class just isn't that important.  Especially when I am taking it pass/fail.  Especially when I cannot stand this class to such an extent that I truly feel as if I am going to explode when I am sitting there for 2 hours and 40 minutes every day.  Especially when it is summertime and only masochists take classes like this during summer.

The bad news is that there is a lab today that I am going to miss, but quite frankly, I just don't care.  You know it is bad when I knowingly miss a graded assignment, no matter how big or small, because I just can't stomach the class. 

Yeah, I am such a bad ass.

But the good news is that Kimi and I have a date tonight.  I asked her if she would hold my hand but she looked at me kind of funny, so I took it as a NO.  We are going to Centre Stage courtesy of my ex-neighborman.  I think he was looking for me to cave when he gave me the tickets in a gigantic show of false bravado, but I didn't.  I stood strong and told him where to stick it.  OK. I didn't do that.  But it would have been really cool if I had, right?

Have a great day.  It looks as if it might not rain.  What are the chances of that?

peace.

"So what I'm understanding here, correct me if I'm wrong, is that you're not givin' me any money, so now I'm left basically with nothing, I'm left with zero, in which, what can I DO with zero, you know, what can I--I can't do anything with it!..this is my life here we're talkin' about, we're not just talkin' about, you know, something else, we're talkin' about my life, you know, and it's forcing me to do something I don't wanna do: to leave. To go out and just leave and go home and make a clean cut here and say no way [name], you're not putting up with these people and I'll tell you why I can't put up with you people, because you're bastard people, that's what you are, you're just bastard people and I'm goin home and I'm gonna bite my pillow, that's what i'm gonna do!"

                                                                  "Waiting for Guffman"

Guess what, friends?  I had a date last night.  Well, I don't know if it could actually be classified as a date per sae, but it was me and a guy going to the baseball game and hanging out afterwards.  And guess what?  The guy was actually nice.  I mean it; I'm not kidding.  He was really nice. We had such a good time.  He has the same sense of humor as me, the poor chap, and we spent most of the night laughing at each other.  He opened doors for me, and carried stuff for me, and bought me dinner without complaining about how "high maintenance" I am.  Yeah.  He was nice.

I was begininng to think that there were no nice guys left out there. 

See, there I go thinking again.

Not much else is new, though.  I should be watching the end of Braveheart with Kimi, but I don't like the part where he dies.  It makes me sad.  So, I am in the other room.  Just like when I was a kid.  I don't go far enough away that I can't hear it, but I don't like to see it.  At least I am not sitting on the couch covering up my eyes going "What happens now?  What happens now?"  Because that would be annoying.  That's for sure.

I actually don't have much else to say.  Like usual, the weather is awful and it is raining.  I don't know what kind of cruel joke yesterday was.  Just a little taste of nice weather, and then "WHAM!"  Dangerous thunderstorms again.  Gotta love Maryland weather. 

I hope that everyone is having a wonderful weekend.  I know I am.

Peace.

How can I possibly be so blessed?  Here I was, feeling super sorry for myself (and yes, I just said SUPER.  Deal with it.) because I was afraid of being lonely after I had built so much of my life around a stupid boy, when my friends, who I guess I underestimated, took it upon themselves to make sure that I would not be lonely and that I would feel loved.

I have so much to be grateful for; my friend Aerin from work took ME out for sushi on Friday night.  Eventhough I know she is pinching pennies and on a really tight budget, she would not let me pay.  And she kept me laughing pretty much the whole night.  And then, last night, my awesome roomie stayed in Towson with me and we went out downtown for celebratory drinks.  And then, even better, she stayed up here this morning and we went to a new church and out for breakfast and some shopping. 

That is what I get for feeling sorry for myself. 

I have to say that I am still feeling a little bit vulnerable to the evil cluthches of the boy next door.  He keeps calling, wanting to talk, and I just don't trust him.  He can manipulate me like no other, and I just don't know if I want to put myself in that type of situation.  Actually, I do know that I DO NOT want to be in any situation where I am even in the slightest danger of being under his control.  There are sometimes, like just a bit ago, when I can hear him over in his apartment and I begin to think that he can't quite be that bad.  Those are the times when I have to remind myself of all of the awful things that he has done and said and not done and not said in the past.  That's when I get angry and realize that I want so much more than that from whoever I give my heart to.  I want them to protect my heart as if it was their most prized possession, not treat it as if it was a toy to play games with. 

And, enough of my silly whining. I have a really funny story.  Sorry, Kimi, I have to tell it. 

So we're in Fells Point, walking around trying to figure out where to go for drinks......We are walking towards a pizza shop.  The following conversation ensues:

Kimi:  Well, where do you want to go?

Me:  I don't know.  How about you?

Kimi:  Well, we could always go to Brick Oven Pizza BOP.  (Because that is what the sign in front of us says.)

Me:  Umm...Kimi?  I think that BOP is short for Brick Oven Pizza. 

Kimi:  Shut Up!  I didn't even realize that after I said it!  (laughter follows)

Now, Kimi made me swear that I would not tell this story, but since the only three people that read my website are Misie, Kimi, and Ashleigh, I really don't think it matters.  I figure they would hear it one way or another anyway, so why not through the wonderful medium of the internet?

So, friends.  Have a great Monday off of work and school or both.  I hope that this awful Maryland weather holds out and we might get the chance to see SOME sun before we all go crazy.

Take care!