Ummm . . .

It's been a while since I blogged.
There's a very good explaination for this.
Abso-freakin'-lutely nothing new to blog about.
Things have been pretty low-key since the last almost-moving debacle. Still waiting for whatever reason I'm supposed to stay here for to make itself known. Starting to think it never will. Work is fine. Still slow, but doesn't seem to be getting any worse, so that's good news. We keep waiting for the holiday rush to start. Hopefully it will soon.

I know people most want to hear about the guy situation. Well, it has come to a grinding halt for the time being. My own fault, really. Haven't talked to Jeff in going on a couple of months now. The last time we went out it was rather awkward. I was getting pretty attached to the boy, and my unique way of showing this is to pretty much freak out on the inside, and become an uncommunicative, emotionless shell on the outside when in the presence of the guy. ( This only happens with decent guys. When I go for the jerks I'm totally fine.) Add to that he was not in the best mood, pretty stressed over school starting and frustrated over a project due the next day. Not the most fun date ever. Since then, I have thought up every excuse in the world to not call him, even though I still think about him often. So for my sanity's sake I guess it's time to grow up, dial the digits, and deal with whatever comes after that. I've been very good at eating healthier and cutting down fairly dramatically on my junk food intake. But I foresee comfort food in the form of chocolate cake in my near future.

Speaking of eating healthier, and on a positive note, I had a "Yay for me!" moment today. I've been strength training for a few months now. I'm stuck home being on call for work a lot, can't go anywhere since I may get called into work at any moment, so this started from sheer boredom. I'm getting some definition in my arms and legs, which is nice to finally see after months and months. And this evening while getting ready to go out with friends, I noticed if I flex reeeeeaaallly hard, I can see the top two sections of little baby six pack abs. I have a two pack! Sure, I have to really contract those muscles hard while holding my breath to see it, but still I did a little happy dance in my bathroom. Gotta take the little victories where they come.

I wish I had something less drama and vanity-related. But this is all I have for now. Maybe next time.