Big Fish

Tomorrow, the "one that got away" may be back in town for a little while...but the question is, will I let him catch me this time? Then again, will he even try? Or do I want him to try?

I don't think I've ever been so supremely confused about anything in my life...especially after some conversations I've had today that made things even harder to understand. Maybe I need to get over it, quit being such a girl and stop over-analyzing everything.

Happy Halloween!

So I just remembered why it's bad to sleep too much...I'm so used to getting not enough sleep, that I figured it would be okay to be lazy and sleep until I couldn't sleep anymore (even though I woke up on my own at around 9 a.m.). How long could I sleep? I just woke up, and it is 4p.m., but actually 5 cause of the "fall back" daylight savings time last night. Man.... oh well, I probably needed that anyway...I was going on about 6 hours since Thursday.

Thursday night I had to work at B103 again, which isn't exactly the most thrilling thing ever, but hey, it's money and it's pretty darn easy. After that I had to do some Halloween prep stuff before Renee', Charles, Adam and I had planned to go to the corn maze. Yeah, that kicked some major tail. I'm sure that Charles and Adam will both eventually get back the feeling in their arms from me and Renee' gripping them so hard through the haunted part, but hey, small price to pay for us, right guys?

Then Friday night was the dance. I'll be sure to figure out how to post some pics on here or a link to some as soon as I get them. In case you didn't know, I went as Princess Buttercup from "The Princess Bride", and I finally got someone to go as Westley, aka The Man in Black aka The Dread Pirate Roberts. Yeahhhh... And Adam really did well with the part, especially considering he HASN'T SEEN AND REFUSES TO SEE THE MOVIE!!! (It's okay, no bitterness here) The dance turned out really awesome, which all of us were thankful for considering how worried I know the other officers were about it. We had a great turnout, the only problem was no AC. So it was "Toooo darn hot!!!" (random reference to a swing song...yeah, i know you don't know it, so nevermind) Everyone seemed to have a great time, and I danced so much that I have hugemongous blisters on my feet, but it was so worth it. And I'm really glad I brought Adam; he turned out to be a great dancer, and an even better date. I mean, anyone who can patiently put up with me while also wearing a costume I made him wear has the patience of Job, I tell ya.

Work and the football game yesterday, then Logan's to eat afterward...Then last night, I finally watched "The Ring" again. I need to call mom and tell her, considering that the last time I watched it (in the theatre) I came home and kicked my dad out of the bed so I could sleep in there with her! Yeah, I think maybe watching it a second time has really helped me, but it still REALLY creeps me out. At least I was able to sleep by myself last night...

So that was the longest entry known to man. Time to do something a little more...productive. Yeah. Like, make history note cards. Or do laundry. Or eat a sandwich. Yeah, I think I'll do that.

Nah nah nah nah Life goes on

I'm sure you were all wondering: whatever happened to that darn Catholic guy?

The answer: and another one bites the dust.

I haven't heard from him since, and I couldn't be happier. I'm supremely happy that he's out of the picture, and it seems that all, i repeat ALL of my friends are in agreement. That's never a good sign with someone you considered dating.

This weekend should be quite the doozie. My Navy man is flying into Houston on Friday, and I don't know if/when he'll be making it to Baton Rouge. I say "my", but I don't know anything. This weekend should help me figure it out, though, so I'm glad. I just need closure. I need to know if I've turned him into some illusion of perfection since he's been gone, or if the feelings I've been holding onto are totally worth it. I just want to know!

And, on the subject of not knowing, someone else has by chance waltzed right on into my life at possibly the best and worst time ever. And seriously, I don't know at all what I think. He seems very incredibly awesome, but there's no way I'm going to jump into even "liking" him just yet. Patience has never been one of my virtues...

I just got off the phone with Anthony, my high school best bud, which totally made my night. Up until recently, his "wife" (overprotective girlfriend) was really weird about us being friends even though I preceded her by 2 years, but whatever, I respected it and it seems like it may have finally worked itself out. So yeah, hearing from Ant is always the coolest thing ever. And Charles, if you read this, you're totally becoming an Ant. He's even the same age as you, only a heck of a lot more random and not as much of a computer dork, just a regular dork. LOL

So that's the newest junk, I'll holla back lata!

Warning

I had this enlightenment today that I just had to post.

A man who hates his family, the people who love him the most (especially if you have seen them demonstrate love toward him), is not worth your time. More than likely, if he hates the family who loves him, and eventually YOU love him and YOU become his family as his wife, he will eventually hate you as well. The way a man will treat his future wife is demonstrated often in the way he treats his mother. Complaining about "having" to spend time with your mom is something that a 16-year-old boy does, not a 21-year-old man who should have matured enough to realize how much that woman has done for him. A real man appreciates his mother for her sacrifices and returns the love she has shown him throughout his life.

So, ladies: stay away from the arrogant idiots who think they're too good to care about their own family.

The Catholic: An Update

Okay, so I had begun my re-evaluation of what I want out of this "relationship" with Mr. Catholic, then changed my mind umpteen times. Most of my mind-changing was attributed to the real love of my life taking a step back into my world, but that's a story for another post, and I don't need to get my hopes up about that. Anyway, this is an update.

Before fall break, I had been considering telling Mr. Catholic that no, we need to definately stay just friends and not spend so much time together. I didn't hear from him till the week after fall break, and I didn't see him till swing dancing last night. Anyway, I had made up my mind about "us" during an IM conversation in which he talked about why I can't meet his parents even though I'm always driving him home because he doesn't have a car or a license, and how he's not interested in meeting my parents because he "doesn't do parents." This isn't exactly something I'm looking for in a man. Then, the next morning at work, his stepdad calls the morning radio show I produce (as he's begun to do every morning since mr. catholic mentioned the show to him, even though he didn't mention me at all). I'm not "allowed" to make the connection between us, so I'm not allowed to tell "Frank" that I know who he is. Well, this morning Frank decides to ask me if I knew his daughter...I said no, but told him who I did know. He said, oh really? And I said, yeah, i've kinda been seeing him for a while. "Frank" goes on to say how that's fantastic, then talks about this other girl Mr. Catholic was seeing and how he didn't like her, etc...making me feel just a bit uncomfortable, but whatever. Then I made the mistake last night of telling him what happened, and Mr. Catholic was a bit upset with me, but it was still okay. I ended up not "ending" it last night because he told me he might go to church with me Sunday night, a huge step in the direction I've been urging him to go. It made me really excited that he might be actually coming around, and we had a great time dancing. Then today, we had this conversation on AIM. I couldn't contain myself; I finally let out some of the frustration I've been feeling, and hell yeah it felt good:

chefdholliday: hey
ASHL1212: hey there
chefdholliday: hi
chefdholliday: whats up
ASHL1212: not a whole lot
ASHL1212: chillin
chefdholliday: frank is mad at me
chefdholliday: but oh well
chefdholliday: i should be mad at you too
ASHL1212: why is he mad? did you tell him?
ASHL1212: and why would you be mad at me?
chefdholliday: anyways i'm hungry so i'm going to go eat but i will be back on later
chefdholliday: no i had my moom do it nicely
chefdholliday: cause you talked to frank and tried to be his friend
chefdholliday: you know i dont like him and you made the connection between me and you and him and me
chefdholliday: mom*
ASHL1212: and why does that matter?
chefdholliday: i dont like him knowing anything about me it worked for12 years why change it now
chefdholliday: cause frank doesnt know when to keep his F$#%^#G mouth shut
chefdholliday: but anyways i'm still hungry so i'll let you go but i'll be back after that
ASHL1212: no, don't bother
ASHL1212: i don't feel like putting up with your shit tonight, so you can get in touch with me when you get over yourself
ASHL1212: byechefdholliday: what ever i have no time for whiny little girls who put their nose in places then whine when they get hurt

James has reassured me that Mr. Catholic will be back, but I'm pretty sure that's not what I want. I'll tell you later what I've been feeling lately about my Navy love and what I think God has been telling me in my prayers. Navy is coming home on leave at the end of the month and has promised he'll come visit me, but I don't want to get my hopes up like I have before...but also, I don't want some idiot standing in the way of us, so cutting ties might be a good idea.