To taste my fear, summon up your demons, dear...

I've come to the conclusion that I am one awful blogger. I go to school/work all day, and then I come home and do (seriously) nothing. Yet, I haven't written in..... I don't remember how long. Am I honestly that lazy? I mean, it's not exactly hard to sit down and type out a few pointless lines about my runaround life. Granted, I'm pretty sure this is merely for my own benefit. I'm almost positive that I have no audience. Ah, well. I write when there's stuff to tell. Whether anyone reads my "stuff" is their own prerogative. (Side note: If there's anyone out there, let me know and I'll give you a nice, big hug. You deserve it after filling your time with my babble.)

After reading a few of my last posts, I realize that there actually has been a significant change from then to now. As far as dating goes, (which is mainly what the last posts have consisted of), it's pretty non-existent. Nick apparently got what he wanted after I let him kiss me and neglected to talk to me for about three weeks. Even when I tried to simply approach him and say, "Hi," in Church, he would determinedly not look at me. Swell, I know. So, after being thoroughly pissed off for a few days, I confronted him about it. Now, I'm a pretty blunt person on a good day, but when I'm annoyed it shifts from blunt to just mean. Unfortunately, I have a full understanding of that, but I choose to butt heads with people anyway. I guess that would classify one as a "jerk."

Anyway, I was decent enough to merely write him a long-winded e-mail instead of taking him out to the firing range in public. Evidently, he didn't appreciate that very much and proceeded to delete any form of contact he may have had with me. (Be it Facebook, Myspace, whatever.) Oh, the agony. 

Moral: Apparently don't let guys who have liked you for four consecutive years kiss you. I guess it was a bit anti-climactic for him. Honestly, I'm more worried about my kissing status than I am about talking to him anymore. Is that bad?

Other than that, things are pretty normal. I'm tired of school. I love my job. (Seriously. Love it. I've never had such a laid-back, fun job in my life.) Aaaaannnd... I haven't decently slept in about a week. I'm anticipating a good night's sleep tonight, though. I'm actually starting to hallucinate, and I don't think my body can handle much more awake-ness.

So... bye!