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Well, I obviously haven't made this LJ thing part of my routine, but lately, my routine has been not to have a routine.
Simply stated: Life has been nuts.
Work was completely crazy in June. I've made and missed some deadlines since then, but made enough that things are starting to get back to normal.
Bob and I started our diet about 2.5 weeks ago. So far, I'm down about 11 pounds. Obviously, most of that is water weight. I haven't had anything but water to drink in 17 days or so, which I feel is a huge accomplishment given my love of soda.
About 5 days after we started the diet, I closed on my townhouse and we started moving in here. I'm mostly settled for the short-run at the moment, but there are plenty of projects to spend $$ on during the coming months.
I really like it here. It's not a house with a yard, but it's my house with some yard. The neighbors seem nice enough. Too bad the really pretty young teacher next door is married, but such is life.
Dad pointed out to me the other day that I am the "first person in our family to live in a brand new house." He continued, "You're the man." My relationship with my parents is a strange one. I try to make them proud, and I guess I do, but sometimes I feel that all I ever do is complain to them about stuff in my life that I have no right to complain about to them given what they have faced in their lives and what they have given me. It really makes me feel like a jerk, but even if I consciously think about it, I can't stop myself. I guess that's just a sign of not really having one person around that I can lean on when I need it.
So yes, time has passed, but I am still lonely.
For a while, I thought things were about to change. I started hanging out with this girl in April and we went out or hung out about 8 or 9 times before I decided we should DTR (define the relationship). She chose to bring up my desire to talk while we were in Hero House. Gotta love that intimate setting. She wasn't really looking to date given her life was pretty much up in the air (just graduated, no real job for the Fall, didn't know where she was going to live, etc), so we decided to keep hanging out since we both "really like spending time" with the other.
That was about five weeks ago tonight. I haven't seen her since and she hasn't returned many, if any, of my calls/emails. I guess I won't try to contact her again. I hate to think that I'm bugging her.
Still, it's disappointing.
But I can't really complain too much, I guess. Work and the new home have kept me pretty busy.
What a day. It's nice to be home. My home.
See you in another 6 months.
Simply stated: Life has been nuts.
Work was completely crazy in June. I've made and missed some deadlines since then, but made enough that things are starting to get back to normal.
Bob and I started our diet about 2.5 weeks ago. So far, I'm down about 11 pounds. Obviously, most of that is water weight. I haven't had anything but water to drink in 17 days or so, which I feel is a huge accomplishment given my love of soda.
About 5 days after we started the diet, I closed on my townhouse and we started moving in here. I'm mostly settled for the short-run at the moment, but there are plenty of projects to spend $$ on during the coming months.
I really like it here. It's not a house with a yard, but it's my house with some yard. The neighbors seem nice enough. Too bad the really pretty young teacher next door is married, but such is life.
Dad pointed out to me the other day that I am the "first person in our family to live in a brand new house." He continued, "You're the man." My relationship with my parents is a strange one. I try to make them proud, and I guess I do, but sometimes I feel that all I ever do is complain to them about stuff in my life that I have no right to complain about to them given what they have faced in their lives and what they have given me. It really makes me feel like a jerk, but even if I consciously think about it, I can't stop myself. I guess that's just a sign of not really having one person around that I can lean on when I need it.
So yes, time has passed, but I am still lonely.
For a while, I thought things were about to change. I started hanging out with this girl in April and we went out or hung out about 8 or 9 times before I decided we should DTR (define the relationship). She chose to bring up my desire to talk while we were in Hero House. Gotta love that intimate setting. She wasn't really looking to date given her life was pretty much up in the air (just graduated, no real job for the Fall, didn't know where she was going to live, etc), so we decided to keep hanging out since we both "really like spending time" with the other.
That was about five weeks ago tonight. I haven't seen her since and she hasn't returned many, if any, of my calls/emails. I guess I won't try to contact her again. I hate to think that I'm bugging her.
Still, it's disappointing.
But I can't really complain too much, I guess. Work and the new home have kept me pretty busy.
What a day. It's nice to be home. My home.
See you in another 6 months.