Officially…hit…the 4 am wall.

Uggggggggg! (a la Charlie Brown)

Thus, I write to stay awake, and you will read it and comment gleefully.

Random Updates on Various Aspects of My Life:

Work: As of today, I work full-time in the media department at Best Buy.  I still work at WTTS.  Yes, this does mean I will be a workaholic, working upwards to 50 hours a week.  But it’s *benefits* people. *Benefits*  And I’ll have money to furnish my apartment, which leads me right into…

Home:  I moved into my new studio apartment this weekend. When my parents — the greatest of all parents, who helped me with the move — left me alone in the space, it reminded me of my freshman year, when my father left me in my single dorm room four years ago.  That feeling of freedom/fear was so similar.  As my dad and I were assembling my room yesterday, he’d sporadically sing that line from the Mary Tyler Moore Theme song — “She’s gonna make it after all…” — and I’d pretend to throw a hat up in the air and freezeframe it:

Pictures of said apartment to come.

Boys: I went out on a date Tuesday.  (Yes, believe it or not, this does happen.) He was attractive, well-dressed, smart, and full of stories.  The kid knew what he was doing. The date went off without a hitch.  The only problem? I’m not attracted to him in that butterflies-in-my-stomach-way. He got my number months ago, and I wouldn’t commit to an evening out with him until this week, mainly because I felt like I was being an unfair bitch. And while by all means he’s nice to look at,  he fails on one account: he can’t make me laugh.  We could talk seriously or casually about a myriad of topics and experiences, and that’s great — but I finally put my finger on what was missing, and that was it.  One of the best feelings, for me, is that come-down, when you’re dabbing your eyes because you’ve laughed so hard.  And I just didn’t get that with this one.

Life: Like I’ve said before,  it’s been a really weird transition period for me, and the further I get from graduation day, the more I start to wonder what the fuck I’m doing.  Most of the time, I love where I am, who I’m with, etc.  But there are times — 4:55 am on a Sunday morning, for example — where I think I might be happier somewhere else, doing something else. 

….I can’t just leave an entry like that….I mean, navel-gazing, anyone?

So…um… Here….

(because I can’t really think of anything happier than an otter)