Lack of a clever subject here...
(Originaly posted at 3:30 this morning, but Livejournal was "updating their website" so I saved it and cut and pasted.)
However, after TO's stupid arbitration hearing making me stay at work far beyond the 8 hours I anticipated, I'm not much for creativity. Update city, population: those who read this. Things are great in the new place so far, although I don't see my roommates a lot, which for one of them is fantastic; he's kind of a toolbag. Oh well, I can work around such things, the positives still outweigh the negatives tenfold if not more. Work is really really good; I'm getting word from team leaders and such that I'm getting "hooked up" this year based on my reputation. Hopefully that translates financially into a kickass performance bonus. If it's anywhere near what I got last year, I'll be thrilled and saying goodbye to the money I currently owe American Express. Corporate Production stuff is coming along as well; we're actually getting our edit system up and running. I foresee a lot of my time shifting towards that, which is exciting and new.
Ok, boring stuff out of the way, let's get down to the dirt. That's basically the social life. I pull no punches with most people, and since there's a good chance both girls will read this at some point, I'll just be a straight shooter on it all. About a month ago, I randomly decided to meet up with Meghan and the Farmington/Unionville kids at Murphy & Scarletti's after work. There was a horrible cover band and some of Todd's friends, so I was a touch out of my element. But a few drinks loosened me up a bit, I wandered out with the group to the dance floor, and we started having more fun. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a girl looking at me ever now and again, but I can't get up the courage to go say hi. So finally, after we've locked eyes for like the fifth time, I go over with the wonderfully smooth line of "So how many times do we have to make eye contact before I come talk to you right?" A little goofy perhaps, but it broke the tension, we danced some, I got her number and so on. I wasn't sure exactly what to think of things, but even talking to her on the phone, there was this comfort level that caught me off guard. So we did dinner and hung out after, it seemed like things were cool. We hung out again the next week, as she came over to my place, we baked chocolate chip cookies and watched simpsons episodes on the big screen TV. Yes, cheesy, but still it was a lot of fun and seemed to go well. Oh, and she loves the comic Get Fuzzy, so I let her borrow a treasury I had of it. That brings us to now. It's been two weeks since we last hung out, and nothing. Yes, I've tried calling her, but to no avail. Plus she still has my book. Just really random, you think you have someone pegged after hanging out with them three or four times, but I guess that's not always the case. I decided to disregard all this, because as luck would have it, another girl came along, a friend of Meghan's who works with her. We'd met at my going away party, had some decent convo there, and that continued in the next week or so. So we did the dinner thing, then hit up an art exhibit/music ordeal that was really cool, very different than the norm. I had a good time, yet I'm not sure what I feel about everything. I'm not sure what I'm waiting for, or if I'm comparing, and if I'm comparing, what the hell I'm comparing to. Strange how I go from rose-colored glasses a few weeks ago to this utter state of confusion on the social side of things. So what have I done? Of course, I've written some prose to make sense of things.
my mind was wrapped around an idea, so much that it evaluated every intricacy, maybe i looked for what wasn't there in hopes it materialized before my eyes, the want couldn't justify the reality, and i was drenched as i fell headfirst, so now i stand here dripping wet, and i don't shiver, i make no attempt to dry off....my mind still remains wrapped around an idea, but this time i can't explain its rationale, its means of thinking, the object of its persistent analyzation....don't ask me, i'm just confused
I suppose we've travelled back in time to junior year at the Cuse with words like that. I dunno, sometimes it helps to get it all out in some shape or form. For now, I'm gonna fade away and dream of my beloved Ohio State brethren. Remember, Go bucks, and Michigan sucks. Write that down.
However, after TO's stupid arbitration hearing making me stay at work far beyond the 8 hours I anticipated, I'm not much for creativity. Update city, population: those who read this. Things are great in the new place so far, although I don't see my roommates a lot, which for one of them is fantastic; he's kind of a toolbag. Oh well, I can work around such things, the positives still outweigh the negatives tenfold if not more. Work is really really good; I'm getting word from team leaders and such that I'm getting "hooked up" this year based on my reputation. Hopefully that translates financially into a kickass performance bonus. If it's anywhere near what I got last year, I'll be thrilled and saying goodbye to the money I currently owe American Express. Corporate Production stuff is coming along as well; we're actually getting our edit system up and running. I foresee a lot of my time shifting towards that, which is exciting and new.
Ok, boring stuff out of the way, let's get down to the dirt. That's basically the social life. I pull no punches with most people, and since there's a good chance both girls will read this at some point, I'll just be a straight shooter on it all. About a month ago, I randomly decided to meet up with Meghan and the Farmington/Unionville kids at Murphy & Scarletti's after work. There was a horrible cover band and some of Todd's friends, so I was a touch out of my element. But a few drinks loosened me up a bit, I wandered out with the group to the dance floor, and we started having more fun. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a girl looking at me ever now and again, but I can't get up the courage to go say hi. So finally, after we've locked eyes for like the fifth time, I go over with the wonderfully smooth line of "So how many times do we have to make eye contact before I come talk to you right?" A little goofy perhaps, but it broke the tension, we danced some, I got her number and so on. I wasn't sure exactly what to think of things, but even talking to her on the phone, there was this comfort level that caught me off guard. So we did dinner and hung out after, it seemed like things were cool. We hung out again the next week, as she came over to my place, we baked chocolate chip cookies and watched simpsons episodes on the big screen TV. Yes, cheesy, but still it was a lot of fun and seemed to go well. Oh, and she loves the comic Get Fuzzy, so I let her borrow a treasury I had of it. That brings us to now. It's been two weeks since we last hung out, and nothing. Yes, I've tried calling her, but to no avail. Plus she still has my book. Just really random, you think you have someone pegged after hanging out with them three or four times, but I guess that's not always the case. I decided to disregard all this, because as luck would have it, another girl came along, a friend of Meghan's who works with her. We'd met at my going away party, had some decent convo there, and that continued in the next week or so. So we did the dinner thing, then hit up an art exhibit/music ordeal that was really cool, very different than the norm. I had a good time, yet I'm not sure what I feel about everything. I'm not sure what I'm waiting for, or if I'm comparing, and if I'm comparing, what the hell I'm comparing to. Strange how I go from rose-colored glasses a few weeks ago to this utter state of confusion on the social side of things. So what have I done? Of course, I've written some prose to make sense of things.
my mind was wrapped around an idea, so much that it evaluated every intricacy, maybe i looked for what wasn't there in hopes it materialized before my eyes, the want couldn't justify the reality, and i was drenched as i fell headfirst, so now i stand here dripping wet, and i don't shiver, i make no attempt to dry off....my mind still remains wrapped around an idea, but this time i can't explain its rationale, its means of thinking, the object of its persistent analyzation....don't ask me, i'm just confused
I suppose we've travelled back in time to junior year at the Cuse with words like that. I dunno, sometimes it helps to get it all out in some shape or form. For now, I'm gonna fade away and dream of my beloved Ohio State brethren. Remember, Go bucks, and Michigan sucks. Write that down.