how do you live so happily while i am sad and broken down?

*giggles* Oh, it's the little things in life that keep you going. I was on my way to Target this morning and sitting at a stop sign by my house, waiting for traffic to pass so I could pull onto the street. This guy in a red truck slows down, honks and smiles at me.

Oh, yeah, I've still got it! *g*

Words cannot explain how much I hate the O'Hare airport, really and truly. It took them 1 hour and 20 minutes to get our luggage from the plane to the belt. Why? Because 39 employees felt the need to call in sick so they could watch the Superbowl. *rage*

I get to my hotel, and I have no reservation. *tiny impotent fists of rage* And my hotel room smells like someone's dead grandmother. *headache of rage*


Okay, rant over. I've had dinner and unpacked and started my weeklong Law & Order marathon. I swear, I average ten episodes a week. Anyway. I had a nice weekend, quiet, which is what I wanted. I spent most of the weekend cleaning out my bookcase and storage boxes. I really needed some time in the house, I've been on the go so much lately. So the only time I left was for a quick drink with a guy off MySpace, and dinner with eeeevil_genius, thescreamregime, and his new boyfriend.

Why am I online flirting with a guy that a) lives 782 miles away from me and b) I'm not attracted to? While I should be working!

All in all, a good weekend! Got home Friday at 5pm, spent the evening relaxing at home, watching movies. Had French class on Saturday, still a tough go, but I think marginally better, we actually had a quasi conversation.

Saturday night, met up with namaste_atlanta and a couple of other friends for dinner and a movie, which turned into dinner and a party at a friend of a friend. A little awkward at first, but after 3 drinks, I was a dancing fool and had quite the good time. Am still sore however, must be aging.

Sunday, I got up (late, yay) and went for a walk in the park then met up with namaste_atlanta again to see the movie we skipped on Saturday. We were walking from the park to the movie theater, and a dog tried to bite me, which was great. No wonder I'm not a dog person; I think they can sense my inner cat. Luckily, the dog was already wearing a muzzle, so I escaped unharmed, but it got the blood pumping for sure.

So we went to see "Dear Frankie" which is a Scottish movie starring Gerard Butler, and it was really good. Not in a "this is the best film you'll see all year" way, but in a nice, entertaining, well-done story way. I would recommend it. Plus Gerard is teh yum, which always helps :)

Sunday night, I started working on my photo album for France (yes, still 3 years behind) but didn't get very far, did some chatting online, then logged onto lavalife in time for some creep to try to start cybersex with me. *shakes head* I don't understand boys. If I was just looking for sex, I'd have my profile under Intimate Encounters. Or I'd just go to a bar.

So I told him he was a creep and logged off, ready to call the whole internet thing off, when I got IM'd by another guy who'd contacted me earlier, and we had a lovely conversation that never once veered into sex talk, which was quite refreshing. :) Restored my faith in his gender. So who knows, maybe something will come of this - at the very least maybe I'll make a new friend. I don't have enough straight guy friends.

E-harmony.com commercials make me feel slightly homicidal. Is that wrong, do you think?

Ok, so I'm home on a Saturday night (again) and I sit here whining to myself about how lonely I am and suddenly it occurs to me: If I want to meet a man, I must. Leave. My. Damn. House.

Epiphany, really. :)

Which leads me to a train of thought I've been having quite a lot lately. I need a straight girl friend in Atlanta. Someone around my age, single, liberal-minded. Someone to go to clubs with and bars and concerts and generally ogle men with.

I don't mean any offense to my gay and lesbian friends out there. I love hanging out with them, and I have a great time with them. But I'm never going to meet a man in a gay bar, now am I? And as much as I love going dancing with my roommate, and he does go to straight bars with me, I'm never going to get hit on with a 6'6" man in tow.

So... any ideas how I go about making a friend? Keeping in mind that I have a weird job that keeps me out of town 5 days a week....

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ETA: put behind cut as it a long rambling thing

So I have done more than just obsess about my date this weekend... although admittedly it was a focus. *g*

On Saturday, I got up early to go to a one-day seminar on screenwriting. It was an interesting session, and I enjoyed it. I was hoping that maybe I would meet some new friends there, but it wasn't to be. I still had fun, and learned a lot. The difficulty with writing a screenplay seems to be in what you can't put in - you have to be sure you are not imposing directions on the director and emotions on the actors. In short, you have to show, not tell, and shrinetolust can tell you I have a small issue with that (which I'm trying to work through).

Saturday night, both S (as I shall now refer to my roommate) and I were exhausted, so we stayed home and watched the first disc of FOTR:EE (that's the extended version of the first Lord of the Rings, for those of you who remain unobsessed).

On Sunday, I was awakened by a ringing telephone. On the other end of the line was a woman who was a very close friend of mine throughout high school and into college. We haven't spoken in over six years. We didn't argue or anything like that... just lives taking different paths. I could hear dissatisfaction in her voice, and wished it wasn't there. I was glad she called, as I had been thinking about her lately. This year is my tenth out of high school, and naturally thoughts turn to everyone's whereabouts. We didn't have a reunion, which is fine as I probably couldn't have gone... having used all my vacation time on events I consider more important... but it's nice to know where she is, and that she still thinks of me.

So yesterday was a little melancholy for me, and today... well, I haven't figured today out yet. I suppose step one would be to take a shower and get dressed. *g*

Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck.

Sorry, just had to get it out of my system.

*goes on date*