Back from the Abyss

Hello Readers,

I'm back from te abyss with a few status reports:

Where am I?
San Antonio, Texas!

What do I do here?
Work, yes work.

Other:
Recently single, again!

I suppose you deserve some explanation of my absence. Too bad.
No, just kidding, there's really not much to say about it other than moving to a new city, yet again, starting a new job, and trying to work out a doomed relationship tends to take up a person's time.

With that said the blog will now be updated more often than in the past few months.

That's right, watch out. Single girl in San Antonio.
Uh-oh. Hahahah

Sounds like life to me,
Maddie

Currently Hearing: Jo Dee Messina "Fool-Hearted Man"
Currently Reading: "American Fuji" by Sara Backer

P.S.
"It's like you to do that sorta thing.

wtf craigslist personals

Where have I been?
Rowland, North Carolina.

What the ever for?
Installing tile in the new New Hope UMC.

Wow, installing tile must take a lot of time since you haven't been updating your blog!
No, actually it is because there is no Internet access available there and I have to drive to Laurinburg to use the net. At the end of a long day of setting tile the last thing on my mind is blogging, sorry.

Well, how do you think that makes your readers feel?
Neglected, and I feel pretty shitty about that.

What have you done today?
It's Sunday so I slept in, then I came to Burger King to use the free wi-fi, and I was browsing the Craigslist personals.

Why were you browsing the craigslist personals?
Because, occasionally I look at them just to see what people say since my life is boring as is.

Was there anything good?
OOOOOOOOOOOO Yeah, hehe.

WTF CRAIGSLIST POST

So, I was browsing craigslist to break the monotony of this section of N.C. when I saw this gem of a personals post. The title made me curious of course so I had to read it. "Blonde arrested in front of group therapy" was the title and you know I just had to read it.

The poster went on to say, "I'm looking for the blonde with short hair that was having problems with her ex. Your friend was there. I was one of the two wearing hats. I was wondering how it turned out and was wanting to get to know more about you."

Ummmmmm. I sure hope this guy was the one directing group therapy and is wanting to help this woman out because if not then he definitely needs to be in group therapy, and so does she.

From the post and title we can decipher that this woman was verbally or physically assaulting her ex at group therapy since she was the one arrested. We can assume the poster is not the group director since he doesn't identify himself as such. I mean it really sounds like this guy wants to date this woman doesn't it? And, that I just don't get.

If she assaulted her ex at group therapy and was arrested for it you can pretty much guarantee that there's going to some domestic troubles in her future relationships... I mean, come on, if that's you're thing go for it, but I imagine you're in group therapy for a reason, and perhaps that reason is avoiding women like this.

I hope for this guys sake the woman never contacts him, she sounds dangerous. Maybe not deadly, and passion is good, but we know she will let it go so far that she will get arrested for her temper.

And, that is no good.

I just don't understand what attracts someone to someone else who is obviously going to cause life to be a little rocky and perhaps harmful.

Phonebook implants.
Maddie

Currently hearing - the sounds of Burger King
Currently Reading - "In the Miso Soup" by Ryu Murakami

P.s.
"Chew don' mess wif da Jesus."

HAHAHAHAHAHA!

So, It's been a little while hasn't it.

Well, a little while ago a certain roommate who's name is on the lease and all the bills didn't pay the electric bill and the disappeared, and I nor the other roommate have heard from her or knew she was leaving. This has given me the impression that she has taken our money and bailed.

How am I blogging if I have no electricity? I am staying at my Dad's place this week, I'm not sure if the job market here in BFE, NC is better than Charleston's - in fact I think it's worse, but at least I have electricity and the ability to cook something!

Food in general is much better. Because I was still looking for a job my roommates offered to help me with food, and by gosh I was sick of PB&J, and those little sea monkeys Maruchen tries to pass off as shrimp in their noodle cup.

Hurray for Udon with Bok Choy and Shiitake Mushrooms!

AND, that's all I have to say about that.

- Maddie

Currently Reading - "Casual" by Oksana Robski

Currently Watching - King of the Hill

"You're Bill Deauxtreive, that's your alibi, you're clear."

What am I watching???!!!

Anyone else think that this Star Wars Clone Wars Animated series is a pathetic spoof of Star Wars?

I mean the dialogue and writing in the original Star Wars was pretty bad but this is just offensive to anyone who has ever spoken words.

It's been an exhausting day and I was browsing and i got hooked by how ridiculously bad it is!

Oh Thank God it's OVER!

And, now I'm bored.

Goodnight!

Sweetly Sleepy Sweeping of the Seine
-Maddie

currently hearing - the storm outside

currently setting - my alarm clock.

P.s.
"Je suis un Leggionaire, chameau dans le délabrement désirer ardemment pour un Fridgidaire dans ce désert sec."

Blowout Auto Prices

Cars at Rock Bottom Cost!!!

That was in my inbox. I didn't open the email or anything, just couldn't come up with a title so there ya' go.

There really isn't much to say. The Volga Centre never did call on Friday so I will await to hear from them on Monday I suppose, and if not then I will e-mail them and be like what-what?

I'm really starting to believe I won't be able to get something to go right on my own, and that's an uncomfortable feeling.

With that said, there isn't much else to say...

So next time then...

Now accepting donations
Maddie

Currently reading - "Strange Encounters: Adventures of a Renegade Naturalist" by Daniel B. Botkin

Currently watching - Inu Yasha (but it's only on in the background)

P.s.

Ninjas stole my marshmallows.

33 Cakes with a cake and all the cottage cheese.

What on earth does the title of this particular post mean?

Heck if I know, it's the English translation of something I found on a Russian tongue-twister page.

"Тридцать три пирогаС пирогом и все творогом."

That's the original.

What was the point of that?
Absolutely nothing.

Except for that I am waiting for a call from Oxana, at the Volga center for a job interview. Because she is so many hours ahead of me she should be arriving at her office soon, and though she probably won't call until my morning (her afternoon) I can't be too sure.

And, that is the reason why there is a senseless English translation of a Russian Tongue-Twister in the title.

I suppose it seems odd that I am looking in Russia for a job, but honestly I'm looking anywhere, and a job's a job no matter where it is. Since it doesn't seem there is a job here for me I might as well go elsewhere.

So, even though I am excited about this opportunity in Russia I haven't gotten the job as of yet, so there's no harm in lining other things up so if anyone knows of anything out there feel free to let me know.

Enough of that.

What else, what else?

Nothing?

Okay, bye bye then!

Все абсурдно.
- Maddie

Currently Reading: "Strange Encounters: Adventures of a Renegade Naturalist." by Daniel B. Botkin

Currently Watching: Futurama

P.S.

Американский госсекретарь Хилари Клинтон говорит, что жадный аппетит Америки для незаконных наркотиков частично виноват в насилии препарата в Мексике.

Rubber Band Legs

I am exhausted! I have been up since two a.m. today.

Why did I wake from my slumber so early?

She finally did it. She finally broke up with me. Over the phone at two o'clock in the morning.
Who breaks up with someone over the phone at two o'clock in the gorram morning!? I, of course did not say anything about the fact that she broke up with me at 2 a.m.; this is what went down.

*ring ring*

*ring ring*

Me - (answering the phone) Ugh hello...?

Her - I don't know how to say this... but, uh, I'm breaking up with you.

Me - Well, thank you for finally doing the right thing.

Her - Go to hell!

And, that is why all her stuff that was in my room is now on the front lawn.

Now, before you think I am a bitch, before I threw it onto the front lawn I had the courtesy to put it all in plastic bags.

After I finished purging my room of her tainted belongings I browsed the net for TEFL Certification courses. From, 8 to 11 I called various learning institutes in the area to see if they offered the said courses which lead to nothing. At 11 I took a shower then walked to Old North Charleston and inquired about jobs in every single place there is up there. Lots of walking. Lots of "No"s and a few applications later I sat down with Reverend Belec and talked about Methodists vs. Baptists, and how there are more exceptions than rules in the English Language.

He's a very nice man, and an acquaintance of my father's through work, and he's an awful lot like my Uncle Ed... I thought he might of been Ed incognito for awhile there. Or even Uncle Will (Ed's twin brother), but the Reverend's personality is more akin to Ed's.

Then I stopped by Madra Rua one more time just to pester them about my application before I walked all the way home.

Walking home, with the exception of talking with Rev. Belec, was probably the most interesting part of my day since I saw a man tackled and arrested, got waved at by a surveyor working for the city, and was whistled at by a creepy dude in a wobbly cream and rust colored Pontiac. Of course I did get a lot of stares today, maybe it's these pants make my butt look good?

Thinking back I'm pretty sure I got checked out about twenty something times.
Not bad for a too-tall slightly-too-thick mamacita.

Yup, these pants make my booty look luscious.
-Maddie

Currently listening to: "Satellite Radio" by Steve Earl

Currently reading: "Strange Encounters: Adventures of a Renegade Naturalists" by Daniel B. Botkin

P.s.
"I'll be in my bunk."

When you give a mouse some wine...

...he's going to want some cheese.

It is true that I have complained about my roommates often recently, and I thought why break with tradition now. I have taken some photographs of the house, you can see so until computer screens come with a scratch and sniff option you're just going to have to imagine it.

And, believe it or not I took these photos on a day where the house was relatively clean...

Living room with a roommate asleep on the sofa. Place mats, a computer mouse, clothing, and a backpack strewn about the floor with kid's toys and a cat carrier.

Other view of living room with cat carrier, dirty laptop left out and bags of food stuff with empty soda can by the door.

Why are there plastic bags on the laundry room floor? Because they are covering up the cat poop from the litter box being too dirty for the cats to use...

Laundry room storage, the only thing that is mine is the keyboard all the way in the back.

This is the dining area. Note the used bowl under the high chair, the containers of food left on the table and the place mat on the floor. Take note that none of the items are mine. I think the thing by the door is Carrie's panties...

Kitchen counter space... none. Note empty pizza box on the stove top (Stacy) and the rest of the lack of counter space (Carrie).

This is the kitchen sink. There are clean dishes in the drying rack, those are the ones I used. The ones filling the sink I did not use but I will wash them anyway because my o.c.d. won't allow me to leave the dishes to grow things.

This is in the living room... There is a cranberry juice stain that is hard to see as it is in the shadow, there are empty soda cans and Marlboro cigarette butts on the floor as well as wet cat food cans and bags of foodstuffs. I hate cranberry juice and don't smoke Marlboros. As far as the cans go I guarantee they are Stacy's.

This is the fridge. I know it's not fair to complain about the fridge because that is a shared space, but that's my point! See how much stuff is thrown in there! None of it is mine. I can't go to the store for my own food, and no matter how many times I reorganize that thing the next day it's back to this. Okay, a cluttered fridge isn't that big but look at the top shelf. Plate of chewed up, uncovered, old pizza. Behind the cream cheese is rancid roast beef.
Second shelf: That Wendy's box is two weeks old, the sandwich meat under it is growing things, and the loaf of bread is sitting inside of that clear salad bowl, also uncovered.
Bottom shelf:there's nothing rancid or old, but it's just cluttered.
The crisper drawers, not shown, are actually clean.

This is the hallway, dirty clothes on the chair and sofa, and a t.v. on the sofa. Again, not mine.

Do I really need to tell what is obviously wrong with this child's room. The not-so-obvious thing is the dookie stain on the wall between the bed and window.

Now, the reason this was a "cleaner day" is because I had spent all of the previous day cleaning up after them. See why I need a job so I can move out before I go insane! I mean come on!

Complain Complain
Maddie

Currently Hearing: "Madagascar-Roumania(Tu Jesty Fata)" By Gogol Bordello

Currently Reading: "Strange Encounters: Adventures of a Renegade Naturalist" by Daniel B. Botkin

P.S.
"If anything, Woody Guthrie suffered from the arrogance of believing that he knew the 'truth'..."

While nation's battles rise and fall love walks lonely by the Berlin Wall.

So I am sitting here with cold toes, it's pretty late, dark outside dark inside, and I can't find the inspiration to write a thing.

Last night I was able to post on here, and add a new scene to "Yuri Vurichai" which means "Love between women (yuri)" I don't remeber what Vurichai means, but it's only a working titled so don't worry. BUT! Tonight, I am sitting here in the cold dark with a roommate and King of the Hill in the background unable to write a dang thing. I had been staring at the blank pages of "Yuri Vurichai" for about two hours before I decided that I would just blog about writer's block.

And, the Berlin Wall reference comes into the light.

That being I am standing in East Berlin and my muse is dancing the flamenco in a raunchy nightclub that is West Berlin, and no matter how many times I walk face first into the wall I just can't get over there to find inspiration or fruits for my labors.

Lonely walking love, and national battles rising and falling? My girlfriend is very clearly trying to get me to break up with her. She needs to just do it.

Maybe the knowledge of this is what is blocking me.

Maybe I cannot concentrate on anything because my mind is blocked by the impending break up. There is a certain level of maturity lacking in her actions, which given the way she is - it's expected.

Do I still care about her? Immensely. Do I want our relationship to end this way? No, I don't want our relationship to end, but truthfully I can do much better.

With that said the time to edit the relationship status on my profiles will be coming soon.

This is how I feel about that:





















"hollow words that ring and ring."
Maddie

Currently watching: Family Guy

Currently reading "Strange Encounters: Adventures of a Renegade Naturalist" by Daniel B. Botkin

P.S.
"Fat man walkin' with his kids and dog, drove in through the mornin' fog, Hey there Rover, come on over."

Absenth Makes the Heart Grow Greener

Wow! It's been since January since I was able to update my blog! I apologize profusely.

Here's what's been going on.

I unfortunately did not get the job down in Charleston, but I moved here anyway. A couple of friends offered my a free place to stay while I looked for a job, and sense my lease in Greenville was up it was the cheaper-most monetarily efficient option! I haven't been online in so long because they didn't have Internet.

So I packed up all my stuff and moved here. My stuff is still packed up in boxes since there is no room for me in this house which means as soon as I find a job I am moving out!

It has been one disaster after another:

This house is smaller than I was lead to believe.
These people are messier than I was lead to believe.
Like really messy.
I was told there would be two other cats, other than mine, but instead there are five other cats.
Shortly after getting here my cat, Bayou, fell ill, and despite care and vet visits she suffered a fatal seizure. I'm still not over it.
Bayou's sister Gatorbait began acting ill so my Dad came to get her to take care of her because I used all money I had left trying to take care of Bayou, and there are just too many cats in this house.
I still haven't found a job.
Neither have either one of my roommates, but they are both on welfare and aren't even bothering to look for jobs. This irks me. I am afraid that if I stay in this house after I find a job I am going to have to be responsible for them. I already gave all the money I have, other than what I used for Bayou, to them for the rent and bills that I could pay.

I'm gonna stop writing now until I find something uplifting to talk about.

"Stupid"
Maddie

Currently watching: King of the Hill

Currently reading: "Strange Encounters, Adventures of a Renegade Naturalist" by Daniel B. Botkin

P.s.
"Ok, but it's really not up to me so don't get mad if you're overruled by God."

I had a lovely brunch with Jesus Christ.

Dear Reader,

Well, here I am back in good ole Greenville, and far away from the Best Western and glad to be. I wouldn't call it the Worst Western, but perhaps the Not-so-Best Western. There was no microwave in my room, I had to zap my breakfast in the staff break room, no continental breakfast which is fine I didn't mind paying four dollars for butternut squash ravioli than have a free donut. The staff misspelled my name three times, not my last name, they misspelled my first name. Maddie... how hard is that?! Not Manny, Manie or Maddy. It's MADDIE! And, at about three a.m. it sounding like someone was trying to screw sheet metal in the room above me. The most devastating thing though was, as I was getting ready for my interview I plugged in the iron they provided to iron my skirt, and the thing didn't work, didn't even heat up! It was terrible! I had to interview in a wrinkled skirt.

Okay I might be overreacting, and I doubt that it was noticeable to the interviewer, but I knew it was there.

The interview went pretty well I think, but I won't know anything until next week, so keep your finger's crossed.

After the interview I hit the road with Tom Petty's Greatest hits, again. This is because I was trying to navigate my way out of the city and didn't want to change the c.d. in that traffic.

Once on the road I popped in some Stroke 9, ya' know, the "Little Black Backpack" guys. Whatever happened to them?

After Stroke 9 I sang along with Harvey Danger's "King James Version" and I was really feeling it so afterwards I went backwards chronologically and listed to Harvey Danger's "Where have all the Merrymakers Gone?". Then I popped in the first compact disc I ever owned "Cracked Rear View" by Hootie and the Blowfish.

Somewhere, about halfway home I stopped at a Wilco. And, in the Wilco there was a bathroom, and in the bathroom there was one of those 25 cent scale things, and out of morbid curiosity I forked over the quarter dollar. 194.6 lbs... WHAT?! I know those scales lie but still!!!

Once on the road again I shied away from c.d.s and starting flipping through the radio stations, I couldn't tell you all the artists and songs I listened to, but just about when I was contemplating my weight Queen's "Fat Bottomed Girls" came through the airways from a classic rock station out of Augusta. The song made me feel a bit better about my weight for a moment then I remembered that Freddy Mercury was gay and didn't know what he was talking about. Either that or Fat-bottomed Girl is some sort of boy-on-boy euphemism kept secret to us in the order of Lesbos.

Well, I finally made it home, obviously and I want to go to bed but I wish the girl would call.

Breakfast was the butternut squash ravioli which was god, lunch was a nutri-grain bar, and I decided to skip dinner tonight. Really because I'm just not hungry. Oh well.

Oh, last night I watched something called Superjail, and I just wanted to say "WTF?"

"Sad Sweetheart of the Rodeo"
Maddie

Currently reading: "A Heart Remembers" by P.S. Elsner

Currently watching: The Office: "The Duel" bless you Hulu.

P.S.
"The Marlboro man died of cancer, and he wasn't a rocket scientist when he was healthy, ha-ha-ha"

Play that Tarantella

Dear Reader,

Alone on a Thursday night in the business center of a Best Western preparing myself and my materials for a job interview tomorrow morning hoping that this is the one, that this is the job with my name written all over it. Perhaps it is, perhaps it is not, either way it was good to get out of the house for a night and actually have real t.v. - just in time for Dubya's farewell address.

I wish I had something insightful to say about the President's final address, but to tell the truth my mind is too blocked by the anticipation of a job prospect. I do hope that I get this job, and I do hope they ask me to start Monday. That would be nice. I want this despite the fact that I do not have an apartment or house here, and I would be living out 0f a hotel for at least a week or two. I can live with that. I know moving would be stressful on me, and everyone I know, but if this is the only place I can get a job then this is where I need to be. The next few days should tell all.

Breakfast this morning was a cup of Cafe Ole San Antonio which I've kept squirrelled away since I left Texas in 2007 - surprisingly enough it's still good. Lunch was an egg-salad sandwich and a bottle of water on the road, and dinner was a veggie wrap and sprite. I know I'm not diving into the finer things today as far as food goes, but on the ride down I jammed out and enjoyed myself with the wind in my hair, the smoke in my lungs, and the ribbon of road laying the path, until I got down here and a stalled cement truck brought the traffic on the highway to a standstill.

I started the trip with Tom Waits' Rain Dogs, a gruff and somewhat selective choice of an album, but with a good mix of music on it - I sang along to most of it though it is hard to sing along with him sometimes.

Then we moved on to Johnny Horton's Greatest Hits. I am fairly certain I am the only person my age on the planet who knows that song, but North to Alaska, The Battle of New Orleans, Hole in my Pirogue, Mr. Moonlight, and others are good upbeat songs to drive yourself too. I sang each lyric of each song except for Rock Island Line - I tried, but no.

We moved from Johnny Horton to Jump Little Children's Licorice Tea Demos as the sun was setting and probably listened to that one twice I think. Once it was dark we put in Live at Folsom Prison which is a great album, but I think I skipped most of it. Lastly, We had Tom Petty's Greatest Hits which seemed to fit my mood better.

I am a mood listener I suppose.

Tomorrow morning I will be going into a completely new place that I am not even sure how to get to, meeting people I have only talked to through emails, and working my ass of to persuade them to hire me, If I do well and everyone keeps their fingers crossed, hands folded, or heads bowed then I should be able to get this job.

I say that, but the truth is recently I have been passed up for several jobs that I should have gotten.

I pray that this doesn't become another spoke in the wheel that keeps running over my toes.

With that it is time to go back to my little hotel room and climb into that bed and sleep while I wish my cats were there to warm my feet.

- Maddie

currently reading: "A Heart Remembers" by P.S. Elsner

currently listening to: "I'm a Believer" Monkees cover by SmashMouth

p.s. "We filled his head with cannonballs and powdered his behind, and when we touched the powder off... the gator lost his mind."

Dear Reader,

Nothing exciting has happened today in my life, I woke up had an onion and mushroom omelette for breakfast with some Darjeeling tea. After that I browsed job search engines online, and applied to everything I found that I was qualified for in the area... again... Is it ever going to end? Am I ever going to be able to find a job or am I going to be the first one in line to get slaughtered by this whole economic crisis? I am certain out there somewhere is a job with my name written all over it, but will I be able to find that job before I end up on the street clinging to a backpack of belongings and in desperate need to shave my legs? Griping done.

At lunchtime I watched some old episodes of The Tick and ate some popcorn. I've been having a lot of popcorn cravings lately. Do I have a lack of partially hydrogenated soybean oil my body is trying to make up for? I doubt it, but who knows where cravings come from. Odd popcorn eating habit: I eat the un-popped kernels. I don't know why, perhaps it's the "waste nothing" ideal my parents drilled into me as a child or maybe I just like something to crunch when the movie isn't over. Don't worry I probably won't be cracking any teeth so all you dentists rest easy: I suck on the hard kernels until they are soft enough to grind.

After that I ran some errands then did some chores, mostly clean the cat box which I have to do daily or Bayou gets a little snooty and poops on the laundry room floor, I also took out the trash as trash day is Thursday. I talked with the girl I met on the phone for a bit, it was good to talk to her though I can't help but feel that it is much better to talk to her in person than on the phone.

I've been thinking about a friend of mine all day today, she went through something terribly traumatic on Tuesday; something of a personal and invasive matter than will remain discreet. She is handling it quite well, and though I know the torrent of tears will come soon enough I am impressed and how she is able to take it all in stride where-as if this were to happen to me I would be an hysterical mess. She is living in another town and I wish I could be more than a voice on the phone in her time of need.

It is cold in this house, when they renovated it they left out this little thing called insulation, and well you get the idea, right? For those of you who don't know what that is, insulation is this magical stuff that mysteriously keeps the heat inside and the cold outside in the winter, and in the summer it keeps the cold inside and the heat outside. Amazing! Isn't it? Well this house has no insulation and though the central heating and air system is in perfect working condition now my electric bill is ridiculously high and the warmth goes right outside leaving my toes more like ice cubes than little piggies.

Dinner was a granola bar, which I stopped into a convenience store to pick up tonight while I was out aimlessly driving around getting warm in my car preparing myself for the cold house and a long winter's nap. A nap that I will take just as soon as I finish this chamomile tea

Currently listening to: Everything is Illuminated soundtrack.

Currently Reading: P.S. Elsner's "A Heart Remembers"

"Women who are taller than me are Lesbians"
- Maddie



P.s. if you've seen Everything is Illuminated then you'll get the sign-off.

New Blogging style

Okay, so it's been awhile since I've written anything on here, and that of course is inexcusable, and I know that it is a couple of weeks late for a New Years Resolutions but to tell the truth I didn't have a resolution until now. And, that resolution is to rework this blog. The way I was doing it was completely uninteresting to me, and I have decided that I am going to turn this blog into a journal, my online diary so to speak. I know, it's scary putting personal diary thoughts online, but I will change names and everything to protect the guilty. I dunno a lot of people who would be all that interested in reading my life anyway, but who knows. It might be insightful!

To catch you up: What has been going on?!?!?!

The quick rundown; Holidays were great. I gained five pounds, AHHHH! The bookstore closed, AHHHHH! And, I still haven't found a job, eek! So if you know anyone hiring please I beg of you let me know!!! I don't wanna be homeless! I met a girl, yes a girl.


Holidays, didn't do anything for thanksgiving, I know that sounds sad, but hehehe, it was relaxing. I saw my family over Christmas and that was good. I watched movies with some friends on New Years, I don't even remember what movies but it was entertaining for certain. Despite skipping out on Thanksgiving all the food gifts and feasting throughout December put five pounds on my already slightly too big body. I mean I only need to lose ten pounds so I'm not too worried about it, but yeah whatever right.

The bookstore closed and I still haven't found a job. I know it sounds ridiculous but if I don't have a job soon I will run out of money and will be homeless, and no my parents will not help. So, please, if you hear of anywhere hiring let me know, I don't know where to look anymore, I've been everywhere and I am out of options that I know of.


I met a girl. A week ago we met in a club, neither one of us were feeling the vibe of that place and really hit it off so we ended up talking for a while and smoking. (I still haven't quit that habit I know shame on me). The next day we hung out with some of her friends and watched Meet The Spartans (not the best choice but yeah). A few days later we had dinner (whole wheat spaghetti with alla vodka sauce) and a movie (Running With Scissors). Then over the weekend we had dinner and a movie again, this time we had mahi-mahi with broccoli, and watched The Producers. Unfortunately she has gone back to Charleston and I dunno when she will be back in Greenville, but I am probably going to talk to her tonight. I know we've only jut met, but I really like her and I want to see where this goes.

Today, has been rather boring. truthfully I haven't done much. I went out looking for jobs this morning of course, but after everyone said they were not hiring I am feeling a little hopeless, I came home and listened to Eve 6 for awhile and played solitaire, watched a couple of Andy Barker P.I episodes on Hulu and am now wondering what I can possibly do to not be bored.

Currently listening to: Silence, music's original alternative.

Currently reading: "A Heart Remembers" by P.S. Elsner

Breakfast: none
lunch: none
no wonder I'm hungry...

I think I should treat myself to something nice for dinner seeing as I forgot to eat all day! Besides cooking always makes me feel better. (Anyone need a personal chef?) I think I will have Tequila Lime Tuna with sauteed mushrooms and unions. Yeah that sounds good.