Happenings.

It's been a while since I updated... I should have updated sooner.... told everyone about my new job...

::(name removed)::

I'm starting to get the hang of all this stuff I have to do at work... I do these online exercises and then eventually I use them in a real-life situation. I've looked up flights, booked a flight or 2, processed some rail passes, and entered countless ISIC cards and Greyhound bus tickets. I tell students they can get on the bus at South Campus Hall, though I have no real idea of where that is. I can't wait until I actually am doing something that doesn't require assistance. But so far I've got myself through whatever I've done. It's just SO much to learn! My brain hurts by the end of the day at the sheer amount of information that I have crammed into it. But it's good. They tell me I'm catching on really quick, and I get along with the girls I work with.

::Girls Night Out::

The other night out with Ange and Sartaj was thoroughly amusing. All three of us have this tendency to attract attention from random people and so with all of us together something was bound to happen. Ange happened to know this guy at the bar on Sat night, a guy she was friends with way back in the day. At some point along the evening we ended up sitting with him and his friends, having random conversations about everything from Sartaj's house to penis size. Somehow I became the one interrogated for that particular section of the conversation. And in typical fashion I said something that opened up a whole new can of worms and I had to somehow dig myself out of that hole. Argh. The one guy, I'm going to call him Shaun Wall (as he is a mix of 2 guys I know) had the most amusing hair. He fit my oh-so-specific requirements of "silly hair and a nice smile" (I wonder, maybe I should refine that... well, I guess there is "plays guitar" and "makes me laugh"... and "has his shit together" on that list... he met at least 2 of those 3)... But back to his hair... it was the coolest thing. It did whatever I wanted it to... think: Greg from CSI. (mmmm.....Greg).... Anyway... yeah... so it turns out he lives not far from Henry's... so I told him to come visit me and gave him my number. Something tells me he wont call/show up...., but if he does, man, I'm going to die laughing.

::DDay::

It's almost here and I don't know when it is. Nervous as hell, but an anxious nervous, not a like "oh my god, I'm going to die" nervous. Who knows what will happen, but I'm open to everything. Not like I expect it all to fall into place in 5 mins, I know thats not realistic. It could be a month, it could be a day. Whateve. The ball isn't in my court, so I'll play it when it comes my way.

::BIKE RACE!::

I'm going to die, I'm sure of it. I am doing this bike race at the end of the month and I'm pretty sure I'm not going to make it through cuz I'm out of shape. But I've been "training" kinda, and I think it will be good for me on some level. I need to get back into serious exercise, so maybe this is a jump start.


I think thats all I can come up with right now... more sooner or later.