lotusbiosm

Yours truly is officially single again. Oddly enough, I had a dream two nights ago that a man who alternated between Patrick Dempsey and Matthew McConaughey proposed (with a ring that was too small for my ring finger but fit on my thumb, which makes no sense at all). That was probably related to watching the Barbara Walters special.
Anyway, this was a long time coming, if one is honest, and there are no hard feelings. We're still friends. It was mutual (great minds think alike), and we had a nice chat. You are all hereby officially ordered that you are not allowed to hate Gabe on my behalf (I can't do anything about how you feel about him on your own, and you are no longer obliged to pretend to like him on my behalf either).
Now I can fantasize about Jake Gyllenhaal guilt-free.
Also, it means that if I do manage to come up for Hot Dog Day I'm crashing with Mandie (assuming she doesn't mind).

I should not watch The WB when the boy is in Italy. Italy is far away, and watching Luke and Lorelai kiss (and everybody else, there's lots of kissing on the WB, esp on the season finales, which are airing tonight, b/c next week is premieres) makes me miss the boy overmuch. Not that I don't miss him normally, but... Maybe I should watch the news or something.

On the mouse front, he seems to be getting bolder. I thought that he had trapped himself in a box, which I then took outside, but either he got out on the way or hurried back in really fast, b/c as I was congratulating myself on the humane solution, I walked back into my room, and there he was. And he's kind of cute. But they eat stuff and chew through wiring and carry germs, so I don't want him in my room. If someone's gonna live in my room and eat my food, I'd like it to be someone cuddly. Or at the very least, human...

It's 8:41 on a Friday night. Do you know where your Empress is? She's at home, alone watching The Real World (Las Vegas, no less). I think some of my loyal subjects need to come and rescue me.

( Fun with interviewing )

( The First Week of School )
( The Case for War with Italy )

Ok, I think those are the major points- job interviews, going to school, missing my boy. It is hot here, and I spend excessive amounts of time hiding out in my room, where there is Air Conditioning. I know I should be going out and doing things, but I have no one to do said things with, and lack the motivation to do things alone. I need an OG to come knock on my door and make me go participate. It's the pitfall of a big city- there's tons of stuff to do, but more effort to do it. Ok, it is now 11 (I was on the phone with [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]). I think it is time to get ready for bed. Phone calls this weekend are welcome.

So, last weekend, the boy and I went to DC to try and find me an apartment. We had no luck. Partly b/c no one called me back, which is really infuriating. I already had the hotel room, and was hoping people would call me back while we were driving. Someone did, but that was the only guy who had called me back, and that was to cancel b/c the apartment he was going to show me had been rented. Grrr. But we had a good time. I learned the following things:
-you have to pay attention to the little letters at the end of the street address, or else you wind up way on the other side of town
- shoes from easy spirit are not necessarily good for walking in
- my boyfriend is not only handsome and funny, he is also very patient
- New York Ave will take you to NY
- There's a reason the EconoLodge is so damn cheap (I actually already knew that)

Oh, and the room I did see, that I didn't want but then was going to take so that I'd have a place to sleep at least, was gone when I called. I am trying to take this as a sign, but I don't know what of. I would appreciate prayers on my behalf. I also don't think it's a good sign that I can't find the "consider the lilies of the field and the birds of the air" bit in the Bible when I search it on bible.com (Albert, or other scripturally versed people, if you're reading this, help me out). I have found another potential roommate, and I may go down this weekend to see her and her place, we'll see (preferably I'll have other people to visit too).

I did, however, thouroughly enjoy my time with the boy, who as I said is a very good boy. And I drove over the George Washington bridge and successfully merged onto the Major Deegan, so I think on some level the trip was a success, just not in terms of getting what I was looking for. But it was educational, and we got to see cool stuff at the Smithsonian (like Dorothy's ruby slippers). So, even if the guys down the hall were drug dealers, it's all good. :)

In other news, my job is ridiculously dull. At least when they had no work for me I could read books and do the crossword puzzle, but now I have 8 hours of mind-numbing number checking (SS numbers and acct. numbers). But the pay doesn't suck, and I could be doing much worse work. I consider it paying my dues.
Speaking of paying, I also got word on my loan. Bad news: I will be in debt when I graduate. Good news: I got enough to pay off the rest of my tuition and help me w/ rent and what not. So that's a good thing. See, these are the signs that say I'm supposed to go there. Maybe I'm supposed to live w/ the girl who called me on Sat. (and not the sketchy guy w/ the $0 rent and the one bedroom...)

Also, I finally found my CDs, which I'd been missing, and so now I get to listen to Songs for a New World again, which brings happiness. And the sun is shining (at least is was today, before it went down). And that's about it, I think...