I know this world is killing you...
I wanted to do a quick update, because I'm CRAZY tired right now and I won't be updating for over a week. So soak this one up, kids!
Today was alright. Work was boring, and they ended up switching me from POS to recovery, which I loathe. So that was un-fun. But it didn't last too long. Then I found out that we were going out to dinner for my paternal grandma's birthday, with my parents, my brother, my grandparents, and my aunt and uncle. It was fun. We went to a restaurant in town that we'd never been to, and... may I gush? And behave like a 13-year-old girl?
Our waiter looked like Andy Samberg. Andy. Samberg. I couldn't stop staring, except in the moments where I knew he'd catch me.
But he was soooo nice!! And awesome. He had personality. Which adds even more to the Andy Samberg comparison. I wanted to get down on one knee and propose right then and there, as he brought me my fish & chips.
My favorite part? He repeatedly stopped by my end of the table, leaned down to me, and asked me if my fish & chips were alright. (I wasn't eating much of them, because I have a tiny little appetite these days.) I of course got shy, but said they were great. But he didn't do that to ANYBODY else. He asked the entire table if their food was good, but he singled me out. Twice! The same question! Like 5 minutes after he asked the first time! And then making other excuses to ask me if I need water. I'm reading into it, I know. But he was super cute and awesome, so I don't care. He's deserving.
So, mystery man... look me up. And why didn't you slip me your number!!! Come on! I so would've called!
We're leaving for Florida tomorrow! I've been taking decongestants for a few days, so hopefully the Great Ear Meltdown of 2008 won't be repeated. I'm nervous about it.
But Florida will be great. Again.
And I need a break. I've been separated from the people in central IN, but the internet has kept me connected enough that I'm seeing everything I'm missing, and I'm seeing how I'm being ejected from every group I had been in. No longer getting invited to things, no longer getting talked to, no longer being thought of at all unless I force myself to be noticed. It happens, I know. I'm far away. Out of sight, out of mind. It hurts, though. And so it'll be better to be completely cut off than to be seeing this stuff take place and getting depressed.
So yay for Florida!
And boo to being tossed aside/replaced.
Off I go, into the great... bed... yonder.
Today was alright. Work was boring, and they ended up switching me from POS to recovery, which I loathe. So that was un-fun. But it didn't last too long. Then I found out that we were going out to dinner for my paternal grandma's birthday, with my parents, my brother, my grandparents, and my aunt and uncle. It was fun. We went to a restaurant in town that we'd never been to, and... may I gush? And behave like a 13-year-old girl?
Our waiter looked like Andy Samberg. Andy. Samberg. I couldn't stop staring, except in the moments where I knew he'd catch me.
But he was soooo nice!! And awesome. He had personality. Which adds even more to the Andy Samberg comparison. I wanted to get down on one knee and propose right then and there, as he brought me my fish & chips.
My favorite part? He repeatedly stopped by my end of the table, leaned down to me, and asked me if my fish & chips were alright. (I wasn't eating much of them, because I have a tiny little appetite these days.) I of course got shy, but said they were great. But he didn't do that to ANYBODY else. He asked the entire table if their food was good, but he singled me out. Twice! The same question! Like 5 minutes after he asked the first time! And then making other excuses to ask me if I need water. I'm reading into it, I know. But he was super cute and awesome, so I don't care. He's deserving.
So, mystery man... look me up. And why didn't you slip me your number!!! Come on! I so would've called!
We're leaving for Florida tomorrow! I've been taking decongestants for a few days, so hopefully the Great Ear Meltdown of 2008 won't be repeated. I'm nervous about it.
But Florida will be great. Again.
And I need a break. I've been separated from the people in central IN, but the internet has kept me connected enough that I'm seeing everything I'm missing, and I'm seeing how I'm being ejected from every group I had been in. No longer getting invited to things, no longer getting talked to, no longer being thought of at all unless I force myself to be noticed. It happens, I know. I'm far away. Out of sight, out of mind. It hurts, though. And so it'll be better to be completely cut off than to be seeing this stuff take place and getting depressed.
So yay for Florida!
And boo to being tossed aside/replaced.
Off I go, into the great... bed... yonder.