…do not want.

Split shifts can suck it.

Sidenote: I GOT MY G2, BITCHES! YEEEEAH.

…balls.

I had stepped on the side of my ankle on Sunday and not thought anything of it; that is to say, until last night, when Steph looked at my (GREEN) ankle and said “dude, your ankle is HUGE.” Ugh. Round two of rondo ankle begins. It’s a little less colourful today, but still equally swollen.

In other, more awesome, news, we’re going to see INDIANA JONES tonight! YUS.

…and the pace picks up.

It’s odd, really; summer always starts out with me desperately trying to fill unoccupied brain space and kill seemingly endless spans of time, but then, all of a sudden, I get hit with the busybusybusy and ‘I can pencil you in three weeks from Thursday at 8!’ becomes the phrase of the summer. The older I get, the less warning I get in advance, and the less life finds it fit to supply me with transitional periods. It’s the same for everyone, I’m sure, but still.

So, I’m officially working three jobs and trying to juggle the ladies and the boy.

Not that I’m complaining, though; I kinda like being psychotically busy.

…I’m burnin’ both ends of the rope; let’s see how this one ends!

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…

“I went to bed early, but I couldn’t get to sleep for the longest time because my bed smelled of you.”

…lookin’ up!

I got the job at D’Arcy McGee’s! I start sometime next week, after I finish the sidewalk sale #2 at Elgin Sports. Now I just have to let my manager know that I’m taking on a new job. Thing is, I’d totally come and work one shift a week at that place if I could…I love it so much! Rather, I love my coworkers. Ah, life.

…an afternoon with the boy.

Things’ve begun moving quickly; not that I’m being rushed into anything, quite the contrary, but at the same time, I’m completely floored. It’s more that I’m surprised that I’m ready for all this; I thought I’d be terribly awkward and block all advances (alright, so, some I do block, but I can only go so far, right?), but on the whole, I’m pleased. I’m super impressed with him for putting up with the ball of inexperience that is me, and I feel so badly about not being able to tell him why I get so awkward in certain situations. I’m just embarrassed about it, really…19 and not having had any experience with guys previously, in our society? Ugh, I know it shouldn’t be that big a deal, but for some reason, it is. I’m working on that.

In other words, a lot happened today, it was enjoyed by both parties, and now I feel myself slowly getting more comfortable. Huzzah.

Also, did I fail to mention that he’s beyond amazing in every respect? Because he is. Wow.

…thanks, rotu!

Man, it feels so good to know someone’s into you as much as you’re into them.

…humble beginnings unlike what I had expected, but I’m loving it anyway. Now I can work on ensuring the other people in my life are as happy as I am.

battlestar friggin’ galactica

I bought season one yesterday, and just sat down to watch episode one again. This series is so fiercely amazing, it’s ridiculous. I can safely say that life is near perfect right now, what with the boy texting me all the time and the weather being absolutely gloooooorious. I have a second interview with D’arcy McGee’s, and am awaiting news from the gov’t; really, everything is slowly coming into place.

Driving test v2.0 at 14:25 today, deets on the results of that later.

In the meantime, I’m returning to “33″ and Jamie Bamber’s delicious body.

i’m eating frozen yogurt, and it’s delicious.

The subject tells the cold, hard truth. Hehehe.

Slipped my number in his front pocket when I went to pick up my cheque and we’ve been texting since. I find that absolutely nothing can get me down right now; Steph keeps poking fun of my extreme giddiness. Really, I mean, this is absurd. I CANNOT STOP SMILING. I SMILE AT EVERYONE. Ooh, speak of the devil, he just texted me.

I’m going to be choreographing a dance for the Alt 101 video to “A Cause des Garcons,” and I am beyond stoked for the hilarity that will ensue.

Who am I kidding? I’m stoked for everything.

*is giddy*

Things have a funny way of working out in the end.

I’m so giddy.

So.

So.

Giddy.

…where do we go from here?