Yes my yet to be existent readers - that girl is me. Because I recently got a job as a front desk manager at one of the residence halls here at my lovely university. Why, you ask, would anyone take such a boring job where one sits around for hours on end with little or no responsibility until about 4 in the morning on a FRIDAY night? Because someone (ie me) just got back from Study Abroad London and therefore has very low funds and sitting around to make sure random strangers don't waltz into the building pays very well. And lets be honest - I've been sitting behind this desk for about 3 hours and so far I have played Uno, gotten homework done, had multiple entertaining conversations and now get to update this lovely blog for my faithful, infinite, and invisible audience. So for $10 an hour its not too bad. And its not like this missing out on Friday and Saturday nights will become a habit. There are plenty of people to trade shifts with AND we get to set up our own schedules (kinda). So its a good use of my overabundant work study $$$ as far as I am concerned.
And an additional bonus - the people watching is delightful. I silently (or when I have someone to talk to - thanks for the visits RD and MS!) judge just about every person who walks through the door. Whether on thier slovenly drunkness, lack of manners, slutty outfit, or mating-like behavior, I make a comment on it to someone. Even if that someone is myself. So if you're not a friend of mine, beware walking into this building. You are ALL fair game.
One odd thing though. There is a 4 foot tall stuffed penguin that lives behind the desk with me. Which is... odd. Why would you put a large stuffed penguin back here? Why does the building even own a stuffed penguin to begin with? I'm pretty sure I saw it blink out of the coroner of my eye at one point, but that could just be sleep deprivation. And despite the fact that it could be a living stuffed animal, I have developed quite a fondness for this penguin in the 3 short hours that I have been here (1 more to go!). I'm not sure what to name him yet (because let's face it - I have a compulsive need to name everything, including my sword and surfboard - who are Roderigo and Baby respectively, for anyone who is curious). But I am sure it will come to me with time. I will, after all, be here for a few more months. And possibly for part of next year.
But to move onto to other more interesting topics since I have time to kill and no one actually reads this yet so I do not have a fear of making these posts too long.
BOYS! If you know me at all, this topic should not at all be surprising. So I have decided to invite JJ to Crush Party next Friday, but I am affeared that he might like this other girl in my sorority :/ Awkward? Maybe. Especially since I know for a fact he had a crush on me LAST spring and I kinda sorta not really turned him down. Let's be real though - EV had JUST dumped me and I REALLY liked him so I was a little bit broken for a while - especially since he almost immediatly started dating one of my Delta Zeta sisters. Additinally I was going abroad anyway and JJ was a freshman then. (Yeah I kinda can't believe I just said that either, but hey it mattered last year - silly? Totally). We went on one "date" at the Lair (does that even count?) and we had a really great conversation and I enjoyed my time, but I also hinted that I wasn't interested. It took him a while to get it, but eventually he stopped texting and calling me. Of course NOW I have a crush back on him. Ugh. Dear God, are you trying to teach me some kind of lesson?
MS was at a party tonight, which JJ was also attending and she apparently told him to keep Crush Party night open. Apparently he hasn't been asked yet, so maybe that other Delta Zeta doesn't like him... I guess I have a chance. And we have seen each other a few times this semester and he seemed as friendly as ever so I guess we'll just see where this goes.
Also having to do with guys, I had a dream about AE from London last night. In which we were in love and I hadn't left the country yet and he went on about how much he loved me but we weren't going to work out but he just wanted me to know so that in case I ever came back to London we would have a complete understanding of each other even if we were no longer in love and had moved on. Unfortunately (or actually more like, fortunately) that didn't actually happen when I was in London. But DAMN that dream, because it made me go back and look through my London pics (again) today and there was much sighing and bemoaning of "love lost." Yes, color me melodramatic. It happens. But part of me wonders if I really do miss him (and SR from London for that matter) or if the fact that I have been dreaming about London people for the past three nights is just making me super nostalgic. Probably the latter. Either way I resolved today to get rid of the picture with me, RD, AC, and the London boys as my computer background. It just brings back lots of memories that probably don't need reminescing right now.
On the bright side! I was deathly ill (I say with some hyperbole) on Tuesday and was not feeling 100% the rest of the week - until today! Thank GOD for HC, who basically played my nurse this week. I cannot remember the last time I was that sick. Shoddy british flu jab.... One never quite appreciates health so much as when they are feeling like shit.
But I guess that's everything interesting that's happened this week. Wish me luck in my ventures with boys. Because with my history I actually feel like I need it.
Cheers.
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