Randomness:

Twenty two days.

I'm having an "email friendship" with Leslie (24 yrs old, little like me, dating a guy, likes walks on the beach,) from work. We aren't supposed to sit and socialize, but we can sneak emails to each other. I think I made her feel better by playing shrink. She was unsure if she should continue her drawn out schooling and become a nurse. I told her she should. Nursing is such an honorable profession, and she would be rewarded greatly after recieving her degree and license. I love that I know what I'm talking about.

Didn't win at Bingo, feel shitty cause I spent to much, while still feeling in control because I spent the least out of our foursome.

Love Psychology Given and Recieved:

If you're not dating him, and never will, but still are being exclusive to him, you are creating a monster.

For that matter, if you aren't dating him, don't know who else he "isn't dating," and see no future, you're stupid.

If you know there is a high possibility he's using you, you're dumb.

If you've created the monster, feel dumb and stupid, and still want to continue "seeing" this guy, screw rules and have some fun.

Blogging is like being naked. The more you're naked, the more you (and everyone else) gets used to it.

Denise and I are talking about two things: being hairless and the fact that I leave in two weeks. Shit.

I quote: "Being bald is great," and "This sucks! I can't believe you're leaving me."

I suppose a new blog doesn't make the worst of us post when we should.

Three things that are crossing my mind at once:

- Some things never will change
- I need to believe in "me"
- I need to accept "me"

I've been changing things this summer. My hair, my clothes, my attitude. Unfortunately, no matter how different the mouse may look, it still may run the same maze over and over and never choose a new path. Some things will never change, but need to change.

It's like the heels I wear to work. Some days I feel ultra sexy in them, and other days (like today) they are off by nine am and don't return without creating a new blister.

"Oh my gawd you are so skinny."

- "Yes," and, "Oh My gawd you are so fat."

What am I supposed to say? I wish they would all shut up about it.

I called India last night. I'm not sure how this will work out, but I probably can find a post about not being sure about Jojo, so I'll just keep my big mouth shut. Besides, my biggest worry is eating alone in the cafeteria right now. I don't really care about who I room with.


I am being corrupted by the Dego's at work. I am greeted every morning with "Top of the mornin' to ya! How the hell are you?" Today I replied, "Great, how the hell are you?" I recieved a few strange glances. I guess little birds (as I am called, their little birdie,) don't swear. Also, they don't refer to their head teller as "potato chip woman." Oopsie.

I completely forgot to mention my roommate's name is India Gray from Indianapolis, Indiana.

If this isn't some sick sad joke I'm going to feel quite sorry for my roommate.

I've already bought the beer for the pity party.

Oh and no, I'm not going to even think about giving the 33 year old a chance. Are you crazy??

I finally removed the 33 year old from my life. He called and I automatically answered since I was waiting for a call - noticing the number halfway from table to ear. I couldn't just hang up, so I ended up explaining to him that I thought I was a bit to young for him and that I was "seeing someone, involved." Sure. As long as he doesn't ask for proof we're all good.

The bank was almost robbed again today. The police said they saw our "SuspecT" down the street at the State Rd. branch. We were informed of this about half an hour to closing, so everyone was on edge until the clock showed four and we locked up. I am so very glad I have tommorow off.

FYI - I have off the 23, 30th, then 7th and 12th of August. I'm leaving for vacation either the 16th or 17th of August, and going back to school on that Friday, the 22nd.

Denise wanted me to post about how I enjoyed the Irish Festival when we went on Friday. I did. The bitching earlier was because I am rarely the "third wheel" and almost never single, so hanging out with a couple - without being half of the couple -is odd for me.

My boss at work likes playing shrink. She has filled the couch position long enough to move rank to chair status, and since her sessions were on her divorce, she gives out free advice on relationships. She knows only about two men in my life - the "ex" being one of them, and advises I give others more of a chance, and stop comparing everyone to my ex. (I'm guessing she did the same with her ex... we also recieved new office chairs and she hated them, telling us she hates change... so I'm thinking her and I are similar in that way too... someone new is much more change then we would like.) She told me the best way to get over someone is to begin dating again, and the only way I can do that is if I give people a chance. She says I haven't been giving anyone a chance, and maybe, just maybe, they are worth the risk.

She really hasn't known me for long but she hit the target without even looking.

The Irish Festival should be banned to all foreigners. That is all I have to say about that.

I took my car (Lady) in to have her oil changed. I think I was the first under fifty female to enter Conrad's in a long time.... because not only did I get catered to the whole hour I was there, I could have recieved a free oil change if I took the gentleman ringing up my service home with me.

I'm not kidding. He said that my oil change was "$19.95, unless you (being me) want to take me home with you and save me from work."

Well then. I think something on my car may not be working so well in the next week or two.

Today was my day off, so last night (on which was supposed to be a night at the carnival for Denise's pleasure,) Tom and I went to eat at Rio and then we were going to see a drive in with Nise and Fletch but ended up going to the wrong drive in, killing the idea, and heading to Valley View (they have a wonderful movie theatre there) to make the 1020 show. After drooling over the motorcycles and Miss Thunder participants that had converged at the BW3s by the theatre, we headed in to see some Extraordinary Gentleman movie that ended up being and extraordinarily bad movie. In the end, we still had a decent night making fun of the movie.

Today was not so fun, except for the bloody mess I made hilighting Denise's hair "vampire red."

Tommorow is going to be a wonderful day. I have to keep reminding myself, but after work ends I'm sure it will be.

Tommorow I have to tell MR. 33 year old there is no way I will go out with him and I was not thinking when I gave him my number. If things become hairy, I'll just make up a significant other.

Tommorow evening is the Irish Festival, which may end up being a double with Denise and her boy wonder from Cincinatti. He is supposedly bringing along a "friend" - that is, if they come.

Well I guess the friend isn't coming. Denise just called. This shall be... interesting.

Tommorow is going to be a wonderful day. Tommorow is going to be a wonderful day.

Sure.

I forgot to mention the other strange occurance in the "boy" (or old man) department. My vampire friend Dan (who got off the drugs a few years ago, no worries,) invited me down to Dublin to visit him. He's got a spare bedroom, and would enjoy the company since he is lonely.

I haven't talked to him in awhile, so maybe he was being sincere, but all I thought was, spare bedroom my arse.

My mother is driving me crazy. I'm getting a history lesson from my friend Dan (the Dan from sixth grade, ie. vampire/druggie Dan) and she wants to kick me off because "Who cares about Tibet?"

Well Dan does. So there.

I've been attracting the weirdos this past week.

Well, I normally do....

This beats all. Including age gaps.

I recieved a note, yes, remember sixth grade when you asked out your girlfriend with a note? (Or how I asked out the boy I just advised my friend to dump with a note?)

A note. So this note says "Will you go out with me sometime?" and lists the name and phone number of a guy who is also a teller at the bank.

I decide to be the sarcastic...

... we all know I am, and write a note back saying:

" Sure why not. Oh I'm 19 btw. You call me."

He reads it, gives a little "oh!" and blushes. I (sarcastically, and quite rudely, despite me being nice earlier,) say "How old are you??"

He's thirty three.

EWW.

We all know I drew the line way before thirty three. Never.

So today, everyone comes up to me asking about it, I guess people saw our little interaction last night and were worried that things would ... progress. My boss advised me "NOT TO GO OUT WITH HIM!!" telling me he was weird, and lived at home with his parents. Krista, the girl he asked out last month, who is 20, told me that she tends to announce news about her boyfriend very loudly when he is around.

I'm now "seeing someone" who I am very happy with. (Perhaps in my dreams?)

I'm not the best at HTML ... so this blog needs some work.

Yesterday after seeing The Italian Job Denise, Fletch, Mike and I went to Gourmet for some midnight food. I've never been there, and a bit turned off by the interior decided to go with something safe to eat. Ice Cream.

How can you mess up ice cream? By putting cardboard nuts on it. I got what I paid for, a $3.25 bowl of cardboard tasting ...

Ice Cream.


Anticipation is high at TFS for news of two events:

1. Our supervisor's being induced (in an hour actually...) so we are anxiously waiting the arrival of her first child.

2. Mr. Bank Robber. His drug money is probably gone by now, so Mr. Police Officer sits in the corner reading his newspaper and not paying any attention ... but hoping still to scare away the robber. *SURE*

Unfortunately, as my weeks at the bank multiply, so do the strange people that come in. Yesterday I had my first real cardboard nut-job, some lady came in announcing that she was manic-depressive, without a phone, in need of quarters, unable to get across this hell whole of a town (Parma?? What?) to visit her dying mother because she has no car and everyone is out to get her because they are all a bunch of crazy people and have no care in the world, what is the town coming to these days?? (She was a bit manic.)

News on the college front: my roommate isn't my roommate. She changed her mind about living on campus and "forgot" to tell XU that she wasn't coming. GREAT.

This shall be interesting to say the least. A new blog for a new journey of life.