Boyfriend number three of the year: kaput.

I think I might just need to take a break from men.

That sounds good. Improbable, but good.

We talked about us; what we're doing; what we are.

And then...

Oh dear god. I don't get embarrassed. Ever. I've become immune to embarrassment over the almost two decades of constant humiliation.

That was by far one of the most embarrassing moments of my entire life.

So I gave up trying to fight the obvious chemistry he and I have.

First date? Total success.

I hate knowing that he and I would be perfect together and I'm not allowed to like him. Staff-cest is one thing. Dating the resident (even if he is older than you) on the floor above you is something completely different.

I can just tell that this year is going to be a shitshow if, two weeks in, I already kind of like a resident, have written up ( Read more... )

I am beyond exhausted- I'm almost broken. I never knew that this training could be so hard, that I would be so unprepared, and that it would demand nothing but utter excellence out of me. I'm human. I make mistakes and one of them is needing sleep. Needing friends beyond the circle of my staff and other Community Assistants. It has made me question ( Read more... )

Well isn't that swell? The first guy I allow myself to fall for in over a year and I just went kaput. Such a great feeling. Really makes me want to, you know, finish writing the two papers I need to write basically by Monday. Oh yeah, and move out. Awesome. 

I don't even know what to say. 

I seriously cannot believe that I move out in thirteen days. That I have two books and two papers to finish, that I have CA (community assistant) training, that I have to make posters and door decorations for fifty kids and attend meeting after meeting after meeting, that I have a thesis to work on all before school starts. I hate that I've ( Read more... )

Tomorrow:
Ballgame with Barney.
And...
one of his best friends.
I was so totally excited...
Until I realized this:

I have to prove how
FUCKING FABULOUS
I am
so that I pass the
best-friend-test.
Shit.