Rec contr' Amor non es guirens lai on sos poclers, s'autra.

Well, whatever attraction I have for randomness continued to exert it's pull.

I, possibly, may very well be in the Metro at some point next week. Either picture, or I might be quoted. Or both.

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I swear all this deep-freeze weather is pay back for the plus-awesomeness we had in late December/early January. I'm not enjoying it at all, let me just say. I need warmth! Sunshine! Warmth! I don't deal well with the cold.

It only serves to remind me that I'm single.

Only a month or so left. A month and a half or so. Maybe 2. 2 months, tops. 2 and a half at the very latest.....silver lining.....silver lining.

Seriously, how can I dress all oh-la-la with this weather? It's more "uh-wha-curves?" right now. I'm a small-ish pile of fabric. Gah - summer is so much better for this whole entering the dating arena thing.

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Have I mentioned how much I dislike the cold?

I've had enough coffee this morning that I feel like I'm having a panic/anxiety attack. Isn't that odd? I actually thought I was, until I remembered that I was on my third cup of coffee in one and a half hours, and that that was probably the cause.

I've got a personal guarantee from my Luke that he'll sit down and have a beer with me after October 15. Sweet! Of course, this means within the next month I have to become a stunning conversationalist,but I figure 30 odd days should be sufficient for me to learn how to converse about non-grammar related items. Like, hockey. And....and...and....crap! What do people talk about?

I just want to point out that the "I before E except after C" rule is crap. Look at caffeine, rottweiler, weird, weigh, neighbour, etc. etc. Also - sufficient. There's an 'I' before the 'E', only it's after the 'C' so what gives? Why have the rule if the language isn't going to follow it? Seesh.

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I have to go shoe shopping this afternoon. If anyone is free around 3 and wants to help my indecisive-mind, please feel free. But leave a comment here, or email me, as I won't have my MSN or phone on. I'm hoping to go around 3-ish.

After that I have to do my laundry, otherwise I'm either going naked or smelly on my date on Wednesday, and I'm pretty sure that while the first one might be appreciated, the second wouldn't be, and they both might get me into trouble.

Thursday, I have to do an "ecoute cassette." See, when people are tested for the language levels in the government, they're taped. And if someone doesn't agree with the level they get (if, for example they get a B and they think they should have a C) they can argue it, then one of the teachers (in this case, the guy took his English levels, and there's only two English teachers....) gets to listen to it with the guy, and point out his mistakes. Fun.

I bought a creme egg the other day. I honestly don't know if that should go in my regular journal, or under my sex filter. Heh.

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I went to bed early last night 'cause I had a wicked headache (tension, I'm sure) and my neck hurt. As did my throat. I feel asleep and missed two calls, but woke up for the third, although I didn't get to the phone on time. Turns out my sister was despereate to get a hold of me.

She thinks she's going to break up with her boyfriend, but she doesn't know how. They've been together for two years, and have lived together for a year now. She wondered how long C and I had been together, and if I had any suggestions on how to break up with P, her boyfriend. All I could say was "Well, I got an email......." which caused us both to laugh.

My mom sat us both down last year, and said that she doesn't want to meet anymore of our boyfriends, 'cause she meets them, and they're such nice guys, and then we break their hearts, and she feels bad for them. Which I feel isn't really fair. My sister dates before for forever -- well, maybe not forever, but 2 years is the standard. And me? Lately, I've been in looooooooong term relationships -- C for three years, and before that, M for a year. Which, given my proclivity for short relationships as a teenager, is a sign that maybe I'm an adult after all.

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As a side note -- why do all the guys I date end up with some lame-ass nickname? Well, other than the fact that I give them all lame-ass nicknames, but you know what I mean.

I hope.

So date dude emailed me this morning, to say that he had a good time on Tuesday, and would be calling me. The call hasn't come in yet, but the email was only 36 hours after the date -- long enough that it doesn't scream "I'm desperate!" but not so long that I figure he's trying to play me.

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The date I went on tonight was a guy who stood me up several months ago. Like, October several months ago. He emailed (didn't have my phone number) to apologize, saying that "his parents came into town unexpectedly," which I took to be an excuse. A good excuse, ie "if you're going to lie, at least make it believable," but an excuse nonetheless. We then made tentative plans to meet up another time, which I had to cancel due to being "sick" which should read as "not in a social mood." This was around the time of the federal government workers strike, and he is a federal employee, so he was happy to cancel as he had to be striking/working early.

Never heard from him again, deleted him from MSN, went on with my life. Then, about two weeks ago, I get a message from him saying "do I know you?" which lead to the date tonight, which is where I figured out who he was.

Now that we're all up to speed.....

He said he was surprised that I had "suggested" we get together. Really, I didn't. Rather, he said he didn't have plans, and would really like to go sit on a patio. Then, on a seperate line, "hey, we should meet sometime soon." And I agreed, date was planned rather quickly.

The date itself was OK. I've agreed to a second one -- I even went so far as to give him my number. And yes, I explained the whole "I don't dial phones" thing to him. He might have thought I was lying, but he has my number, so it's up to him. I could go either way. It wasn't such a fantastic date that I'm eager to hear from him again, but it didn't suck so much that I want him to disappear, and I want my memories of the evening to be blocked. I'll give it another date or two to figure out which it is.

He said he liked my hideous boots. I don't know if that makes me happy, or shudder. I only wore them so I could be tall, leggy, and 'cause they kind of match my purple fedora.

I had a smoke. He smokes, he pulled them, he offered, I took. The only reason I quit was 'cause it wans't healthy for my bank account, and so far as I can see, a smoke now and then doesn't harm my bank account. I haven't bought a pack in a week and a half, and in that time I've had 3 smokes.

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Otherwise known as "How'd that happen?"

I seem to have a date for tonight at 6:30. Hmmmm.....how'd that happen? I don't remember making it, and I'm pretty sure that I haven't been dating lately. I kind of slid off the dating band wagon a few months ago, and just never bother to climb back on. In fact, I'm pretty sure that I turned my back on it compeletly, and started walking in another direction. They do say, though, that you meet people when you're not looking for them.

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background: Bracelet Boy just bought a condo.

Apr. 26:
(out of the blue)
bracelet boy: you still getting along with the roomie?
me: so far.......don't know what's going to happen after the lease is up, but that's a few months away. we haven't killed one another yet, so that's a positive.
bracelet boy: he seems kind of hard to live with regardless

Today:
bracelet boy: just need to...NEED TO ...ensure room mate status

these are just the highlights. Anyone else see what I see?

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*glee*

on Sunday.

I thought it wise not to invite him to the Stiarwell K show on Saturday.

*glee*

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So I went out on a date tonight, which went pretty good. It was for coffee, hence why I'm home. There's only so long you can linger over a cup of warm caffine. About an hour, really, is how long. We went to Starbucks, in Chapters. He asked if I wanted to browse, and I thought "that's not really conducive to talking, though. I'll want to actually browse, not talk, and what if we want to look in different sections?"

Anyway, he was a "nice guy" but not my type. Talked too much about technology and the military, which, yes, sounds like my type, but somehow I wasn't interested when he talked about them, so obviously he did something wrong.  I think it was the air of "clingy" around him.  He said if I had a pen and paper (and he saw me writing something down when he walked in -- stood over the table in fact while I scribbled a note to myself) he'd give me his number.  My reply?  "Oh, no.  I don't like phones.  I have something resembling a phobia about dialing phones."  I'm sure he thought I was either lying, or a whack job, but what can you do?  I don't like dialing phones, and I didn't want to give him my number.  As it is, I have to "hide" on MSN when he's on, 'cause he messages me always, I didn't want to have to start screening my calls.

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....and another one ends.

I had a fairly busy weekend -- if you count Thursday in there, which I do, because I had most of Friday off (three hour shift, starting at 5). I went climbing with Jiff -- it looks like it's going to be a weekly thing, which makes me happy. I enjoy climbing, and it's a good workout. I like the fact that it's somewhat social, and that it doesn't feel like exercise.

Friday evening was spent at work, then watching "Lost" with a co-worker. I tape it so we can watch it together. She and I also spent last night watching part of the Oscars -- we got bored during some montage for a director.

Saturday night, Mel and I got together, the first time in five years! Other than all the "what happened then?'s" and "really??'s" it didn't feel like five years. It was good company and goo conversation, and I'm looking forward to the next time.

I just got a message for SMS.ac -- a lot of my friends in Europe are using it, apparently, so there's some adding of friends going on. One of my favourite people ever (Hello Andras! Yes, I'm talking about you) just added me. Now I can send him text messages.

I never did call the guy from Lava who gave me his phone number. I meant to -- he sent me his number on Friday, and I figured I'd call on Sunday, but then I had company. I guess I should call him sometime soon, or send a message back. Gah. Dating sucks sometimes. But at other times -- it's just fun, so I don't know what to do about that. I'd like to take the good, and shove the bad/WTF into a box, weigh it down with cement, and toss it off a bridge into a deep trench.

Here's to Monday!

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....in love, with the leather pants that I just found on-line at the Gap. I know, it's the Gap, but leather pants! To go with my leather jacket! Only the pants are black! I will sigh and drool at the same time. Thankfully (for my wallet at least), they don't come in anything resembling my size -- only a 16.

....my family's travel bitch. My brother leaves on Monday for Munich/St. Anton, Austria, and needed help finding a place to stay. Meaning: I had to schlep all over the 'net to find him accommodations in a small town that is beset this time of year with skiers, and is nearly fully booked up. The reason this wasn't done sooner? He just got his ticket. Needless to say, he's paying $80 a night for a room. And there are three nights that I couldn't get accommodations for. Sucker. Tomorrow I have to go down to the passport office to pick up his passport, and go to the bank to get him Euros. Any thank you's will, of course, come from my mother, but hey! She birthed me. I can't say 'no' to her.

.....strong! I just not only deleted, but blocked, someone from my MSN contact list, for dicking me around for several months. I also deleted their number out of my phone. Success! The bitch is back. But only in that good way that everyone loves -- meaning, it's not directed at any of you.

....back in the dating game. I have a date on Monday, and am in negotiations for another one with someone else.

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So here's to a "special day", 'cause it ain't a holiday anyway you look at it, that celebrates the execution of a man who performed marriages, which were prohibited by the caesar. Whichever one it was. Hurrah! Let's eat chocolates and give up lacy-doily like hearts and gag on our warm fuzzies in this cesspool of mediocre modern romance. Hip hip.....fizzle.

Good times will not be had -- we all know this. Nothing good can come of this day. Plans will be made -- grandiose, soaring plans of love! romance! lust! Our boyfriends and girlfriends will rejoice with the undying magnitude of which we will profess our feelings! Just as the plans go down the shitter, around the bend, and deep into the sewers -- much like a metaphor for modern day romance. Woo........and leave the hoo at home 'cause it's no longer allowed on city streets.

Restaurants will be booked ahead of schedule -- the cab/bus/car that is to carry you to your chosen (read: only option) destination will break down, and you will be late, cause the restaurant to cancel your reservation in favour of the needy looking pant-wearer (be they male or female) who is currently in the dog-house over some transgression earlier in the day, which will then cause -you- to be in the dog-house, hence perpetuating the cycle of bad-ness. The roses that you gave will die -- again, in parallel to this oft-recited drivel of life-everlasting love, and the chocolate? Just an excuse to give up, go home, put on some comfy pants, sit on the couch, and watch the weight migrate around the thighs, and straight. to. the. ass.

A. -- actually, I don't mind Valetine's Day, but christ! I haven't had a good one in 6 years, and I wasn't single for any of those six!

Bracelet boy just called and cancelled our movie date, which was already a re-planned night out.

Getting so tired of having him bail, so tomorrow will be last date, just so I can get his damned bracelet back to him. If I didn't have it, I'd just not show.

grr.

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