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Oh the tangled web we weave... Monday. 9.3.07 9:57 pm Friday, Matt and I were looking at some YouTube videos, when we stumbled across this gem. As a joke, Matt left a solicitous comment, not realizing he was logged into my user account. Today, I see that YouTube Chick has subscribed to my videos and sent a little reply to Matt's comment. I reply that I am sorry, but I am not the one who made said comment. YouTube Chick proceeds to ask me if I have MSN messenger. The only reason I can think of as to why she'd ask this is that my only video is the one you see in the entry below this. Gross. Anyway, I had a pretty good day today, aside from fighting with everyone in my immediate family at least once. I went Labor Day shopping with one of my friends from community college and bought some cute stuff. None of it stuff I actually needed, of course, just irresistable sale stuff. What better way to celebrate fair wages than spend a bunch of money! Comment! (1) | Recommend! I'm racking up some serious sleep debt Sunday. 9.2.07 9:04 pm I've told you that BFF kept me up until 1:30am after our Thursday night coffee, but I was actually able to recover from that, since Friday is my day off. Friday night was the night Matt and I hung out. He wanted to stay up all night, but, in true Matt style, he was asleep in my lap before 2am. I, however, got no sleep until 4:30, when I made him wake up and drive me home. Saturday I woke up at 8am for work, then went to bed at 12:30, because my dad wanted to see the new(ish) Die Hard. I was so tired that I kept nodding off and having to shake myself awake, despite all the loud explosions and shoot-outs and general chaos. This morning I woke up five minutes before I was supposed to be at work. Joy. Tonight I'm going to bed early. I swear. PS: This may or may not be a video of my workplace... and even if that was my workplace, which I can neither confirm or deny, this video definately does not feature Jailbait... ::cough:: Comment! (4) | Recommend! This is the End Friday. 8.31.07 6:07 pm ...of swim lessons at least. I'm not sure I'll ever teach them again. After work, BFF and I had a coffee date, which turned into five hours of virtually uninterrupted talking. At one-thirty in the morning, I finally told her I was too tired to continue. It's weird how much stuff can build up when you don't see someone for a few weeks. Tonight, Matt and I are going to hang out. He and his girlfriend are moving into their apartments tomorrow, so she is going back to Oregon to get her stuff, and he wants to stay up all night. I think he's just one of those people who can't be alone for two seconds. It's actually starting to get annoying. But then, whenever we're together, my annoyance completely vanishes. We always have a good time, as long as it's just us. Comment! (4) | Recommend! A Reprieve Monday. 8.27.07 3:57 pm Jailbait has been on vacation since Friday, so nothing to report there. Unless you count that starting next week, he's a permanent fixture on my Sunday crew. That shall be interesting. This weekend, I realized something disturbing. The youth these days don't know jack shit about politics. I was speaking to Little D, my otherwise smart, healthy, and attractive male co-worker, about our mutual desire to leave the United States as soon as humanly possible. We eventually got onto the subject of good 'ol Bush 43, when I said, "I can't believe we re-elected that douche-bag." You would think I'd just told him that Santa wasn't real. "We did what?" "We re-elected him... you know... this is his second term..." "So we're stuck with him for another four years??" "No... we re-elected him in 2004. You know, Bush vs. Kerry?" "Yeah, I know Bush and Kerry. Right after 9/11. But wasn't that his dad before him?" "No. Here, let's go through this..." I then proceeded to go through the line of presidents from Reagan to Bush 43. I sent Little D's sixteen-year-old brain reeling so fast that he practically stumbled away when our homely female co-worker asked him to do a walk through of the men's locker room. When Little D was out of earshot, I turned to Home-co and said, "I can't believe that Little D didn't know we re-elected Bush..." "What??" relief cascaded through my body as a look of utter disgust took hold of her face. Home-co appreciated the absurdity of the whole thing... or so I thought. "But why the hell would we do that??" The Political Scientist in me was quivering with rage. Ok there is the possibility that they were confused by my statement in light of all the hype about primaries, but still, high schoolers should at least know that elections are held on even years (these days), and that presidents are only allowed two terms (these days), and therefore be able to deduct that I am referring to a past election. Little D has an excuse, since he was twelve during the 2004 election, but Home-co is just a few weeks away from University. Seem weird to anyone else? Comment! (1) | Recommend! Like a Moth to the Flame Saturday. 8.25.07 9:50 pm Or maybe more like cat and mouse. I’m not sure which is the more suitable cliché. I feel that I should make things clear-- I am not interested in Jailbait. Sure, he's lot's of fun to work with, and reasonably good-looking, but he's not the kind of guy I would pursue. If he got up the nerve to ask me out, I might give him a courtesy trial date. The trouble is, now that I know he's interested, I cannot stay away from him. It's a little pathetic. I love the validation so much, that I create ways for us to bump into each other, or have our breaks together, so I can watch his eyes light up when he says "hi." Is that mean? Am I leading him on? From a guy's point-of-view, what should I do/ not do to make sure I'm treating his feelings, which, however obvious, are not out in the open, respectfully? Comment! (5) | Recommend! Jailbait Thursday. 8.23.07 3:24 am So, pretty much all of my co-workers these days are in high school. In fact, I can count on one hand the number of regularly scheduled aquatic employees that are older than me. In a lot of ways, that's just fine. It's even fun. No one questions my authority, I get to act totally immature on a regular basis, and everybody thinks I'm pretty cool, 'cause I'm in college. I especially love getting the low-down on all the he-said/she-said drama without actually knowing who any of the he's and she's are. The area that gets messed up, however, is dating. How am I supposed to date, or even hook up with anyone, if I spend my whole summer at work, surrounded by sixteen-year-olds? The ridiculous thing is, some of them are pretty hot. Even more ridiculous-- at least one of them totally has a crush on me. Yep, I'd been denying it for a few months, but Jailbait (who isn't really jailbait, since he's 17), is definately jones-ing for some Muse. Haha. Is it sad that I get off on that? To make things more interesting, Jailbait is supposedly seeing our fellow co-worker, Common Enemy (so named because everyone else on staff is pretty much irritated by her). Now I don't want to be overly speculative, but when a bunch of us went to the movies this evening, he didn't sit by her. In fact, he sat in-between me and my favorite female co-worker. Suspicious. I smell drama in the works. Comment! (8) | Recommend! Page: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22