Long Time No Type

I think my favorite thing about having a journal is that when you need it, you have it. It doesn't have to be written in every day or week, but it can be whenever you feel the desire to put it all down. Its funny, for the first time in a long time I really haven't had much to gripe about. When I feel good, I guess I'm less likely to sit down and "sort out my feelings" in a blog. Today, I feel like writing, but only because I feel I've neglected my journal.

I really don't have any complaints in life. I'm still nervous about grad school-I've decided I'm not ready to start in the fall and am going to wait for January, which means I'm going to apply to more schools and have to wait even longer to know where I'm going. But I'm happy that I'm not going to feel rushed to finish my masters...I know that kind of stress would have taken its toll on me. Now I still have to push, but at a tolerable pace. I'll have to move in with my parents for four months, but saving a little cash will make me feel better when I move.

Since my pledge to clean up my drinking act, I've only had drinks on two occasions-a beer and a half over two hours one afternoon and two homemade sangrias over four hours one evening. Its nice to remember one's whole evening.

Memorial day weekend I went on a date with a guy I've liked for awhile now. Turns out he liked me, too. We also hung out this past weekend- washed the Hoss (my car) then talked for 6 or 7 hours, and we watched movies with some of his buddies the next night. Its all been very comfortable and very exciting all at the same time. I can look him right in the eyes when he's talking to me (which, most of you know I'm not very good in the eye contact dept.), but I still manage to stumble over my words when I try to tell him how much I enjoy his company. There is definitely a palpable spark between us. The ironic part about it all is that less than a month ago I was telling a friend I didn't really want to date anyone, because I didn't want it to be hard to leave for school. My attitude has changed. I think its because I know this guy and I could be pretty good together. We've already covered all the "no-no" topics that they say you're not supposed to talk about in the first few dates: religion, politics, etc., but they've actually gone really well. Plus we play soccer together, and that I really like. Most of the guys I've dated don't like soccer. And he's got the second cutest cat I've ever seen (everyone knows my kitty is the cutest), and being a cat owner I like that he likes cats. Plus Amy's copy of the Cosmo Bedside Astrologer says we should make a pretty hot couple. Woo hoo.

I guess its always when you don't expect it...