01-07-2005 - 10:13 p.m.
Wow, it's been close to a month since I've written. Where do I even begin???
Well, I have a 4.0 in grad school, which is cool. My impromptu road trip to Florida got cancelled, which was not cool. After a few months apart I unexpectedly rekindled my friendship with the Fat Leprechaun (aka Steve), which is cool. But I also found out that apparently we were dating when I hooked up with his friend, thus making me a cheater, which is so definitely NOT cool. (Ugh! I thought my soap opera days were over!)
What else, what else? I had a week off from work for the holidays and wound up being absolutely miserable. I discovered that if I'm not on the go 20 hours per day I really hate my life alot. I also realized that it is way beyond time for me to be moving out of my house. My parents, though I love them, are driving me up a freaking wall. They say I'm immature, yet they treat me like a child. It's one of those self fullfilling prophecy deals, and it's gotta come to an end soon. Very soon.
As for the guy front, it's pretty much non existent. I've decided that no nice normal guys exist. They all have some sort of major flaw. Last week a friend from work introduced me to her brother-in-law because she's been obsessing for like a month about fixing us up. He's tall, really cute, got a great body, AND he's freaking nice as hell. The problem? She introduced us in a bar, and then when he left was like "Oh... by the way, the reason he wasn't drinking is because he's a recovering alcoholic. But I heard he's doing really well!" Ok, just what I need. I'm like the queen of emotional baggage, I don't need to be hauling someone else's around too.
I do, however, have one amazing man in my life right now. He calls me every day, compliments me on how I look, surprises me with lunch when he knows I forgot to pack one, and constantly makes me laugh. He's my biggest fan, always trying to pump me up and give me the confidence boost that I so desperately need. The problem? He's married. Yes, married. And no, I don't get it either. Just add this one to the list of soap opera plots turned reality in the life of Niza.
**sigh**
