Daring to Be » I’ve seen it all before.

February break is coming up in two weeks. What stands between me and a week of freedom:

-Health project
-French test
-French composition
-English paragraph
-English essay
-Nutrition midterm
-two Brownie meetings that must be planned and carried out

Except my week of freedom is really just a week of not having to go to class. I could work more, but have decided against it. Instead, I want to catch up and hopefully get ahead of things for my return to school after the break. All these years I thought calling it “Reading Week” was just a joke. Looks like it’s going to become reality for me.

In other news:

So I thought The Bay’s Christmas party was beginning of November? I was wrong. That was just a staff party. Christmas party was last night. I also thought it would be L-A-M-E. Again, wrong. I had quite a bit of fun. Especially flirting with a 20 year old. Ha. Except that dancing a wee bit too close at a work function? Is more than likely going to result in being front row center of workplace gossip. Meh. I only work three shifts a week, and we don’t even work on the same floor.

Oh boy. At the risk of being accused of basing my happiness on members of the opposite sex, I do have to let y’all in on what an interesting weekend guy wise it was. Sounding board, that’s all.

I didn’t mention how I saw D at Whiskey Jack’s Friday night. Why? Because I honestly did not even care. My reaction was more “Hey. That’s D.” Much better than “There’s D, the boy who RIPPED MY HEART OUT AND STOMPED ON IT A MILLION TIMES JUST FOUR SHORT MONTHS AGO!” like one would’ve expected after how I carried on about it when we broke up. I was rather wrapped up in the cute law boy, but not so wrapped up that I did not notice D had facial hair and, well, looked rather creepy. So that was run in with an ex number one of my weekend.

Run in with an ex number two happened today. R was shopping, he stopped by and visited me while I was working. My heart? Went pitter patter. Then filled with sadness, which I masked with pleasantries and small talk. Ya think after two years I would be fine right? Nope.

Honest. To. God.

It’s just… no wonder I haven’t had a whole lot of luck since R. I mean, I have years worth of bad karma headed my way from the gazillions of mistakes I made in our two and a half year relationship.

I know he made plenty too. I just started it, and made alot more. Those of you who witnessed much of the saga can’t even try to tell me differently. Because there’s plenty only I know, unfortunately.

Now that I’ve satisfactorily made an idiot out of myself on the web, and aired way too much personal information, I suppose I should get a start on that list of stuff that stands between me and life.