Lunch date! Lunch date! Lunch date!

Had a lunch date! Woohoo! For the first time in my life (and yes, this is a sign of how much I date) I was actually inclined at the end of the date to go out on a second date.

This is a good thing folks. Me, being inclined towards a second date. It's huge. Considering my track record (a guy I grew up with that I didn't even know I was on a date with until 3 days after the fact, a guy who lost 50 pounds just so I'd go out with him even though that's not why I refused a date the first time he asked, the guy who I had to drive around, the guy who bragged about the two strippers he'd dated and the threesome he'd almost had once), even being interested in the guy a little bit is exciting.

I was freaking out ahead of time because all anyone would tell me is that he's sooooo good looking. Thank god he has a personality too. Plus his good looking is my kind of good looking. A bit taller than me in heels (probably 5'9" or so), dark hair that's nicely styled, wears khakis and polo shirts, slightly conservative in his look...and he wears glasses! Hee. That jazzes me a lot.

Plus he's the perfect hugging height. Not too tall or too short.

And no, this is not me being giddy. Definitely happy, but not giddy. although I do blush if teased. *sigh*

But yay! Good date! (And he loves NASCAR! Although he doesn't think Newman is an asshat, but I'll forgive him that one.)

Surprise!

My family doesn't know it yet, but Christmas this year is going to consist of one present for dad, one present for mom, and gift certificates for everyone else.

I'm sick and tired of the stress and the guilt. I'm supposed to go and see my uncle and aunt in Connecticutt at some point. Granted, I've been putting it off. But it's partially because it involves working out their schedule, my schedule and my grandmother's schedule (because she would be going too). Plus airfare.

So I said something Sunday night about how I was adding my one summer class for next summer to my spring schedule, so I'd have the summer free from school (because one class is stupid). That way I could go to California as many times as my little heart desires.

This is when my grandmother pipes up that aunt and uncle have cleared their schedules for after Christmas so that Gran and I can come up then.

Right after Christmas. When I have to spend $400 shortly on books. I flat out announced that the only way I could get to CT is if I get a Christmas present from the *entire* family.

What really sucks is that I was going to try to swing going with my grandmother to Texas in the spring too. We'd been hinting at going to a WWII reunion for several years. This was supposed to be our year.

And I'm just so pissed about everything vacation related at the moment that I don't want to go anywhere.

How my evening will be spent.

1. Watch Fear Factor.
2. Lounge.
3. Write bad porn to cheer up valentinemichel.
4. Improve porn to passable so as to include paperbkryter on the cheering list.
5. Eat comfort food.
6. Take a soaking bath with good smelly things.
7. Blast happy music - possible a hits from the 80s compilation or Martina McBride.
8. Figure out which family members are totally getting shafted this year. Love ya family, but right now not particularly liking you.