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holly_evolving) wrote2004-03-31 12:17 am
holly_evolving) wrote2004-03-31 12:17 am
Wild weekend
So, it starts with getting out of work Friday at 7:30. The night was so amazing...I've gotten into that already. Well, around 10:00 I couldn't take it anymore, and I went up North to hang out with Will, Julie, and Paulie. I crashed on Will and Julie's floor, and went down to Ocean Grove the next morning to hang out with Cliff.
So we're on Saturday now. I had plans to hang with Cliff around 1, but what with people having jobs and needing to boot me early, I'm at the beach by 10 AM. So I call him early. We hang out on the beach, we wander Ocean Grove, we hang out on the beach some more, and we go driving. Cliff says he wants to take care of me someday, and I believe him. I don't know how I feel about that. For those of you who don't know him, Cliff is Das Ubermench. He's tall, blond, blue-eyed, and gorgeous. He has a black belt in Tae Kwon Do, a biology degree, and an e-business that is so far making him 6K a month. And he's only 23. He's also incredibly upstanding and wholesome. I must be impossible for him to comprehend. We drive around, we listen to Dave Matthews, we have Chinese buffet. I then hoof it back across the state because I was supposed to hang out with Tom. But Tom flaked on me, which I'm used to. So instead I head over to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fatherdog's and we watch anime. Vampire Princess Miyu TV series and Petshop of Horrors. I strongly recommend both. They each contained one of my favorite elements to any anime: something extremely cute and demonic. I want Shiina! I crash at FatherDog's.
Sunday: sleep in. Have dinner withfatherdog and family. His mom gives me a lead on an editing job (I hope I hope I hope that would be so perfect). I'm supposed to head to New Brunswick, but prometheus flakes on me. So it's back up North. Bill and Julie and I go out to dinner, and I crash on their floor again.
Monday: Bill plays hooky to hang out with me. We eat lunch/breakfast in the park. I get the brilliant idea to get a salad to throw to the ducks. Ducks, it turns out, don't like salad. New wisdom: You can give a duck a salad, but you can't make it eat. Next time I'll add croutons. I stop over at CompUSA to visit Paulie, who is getting out of work. We wander the Garden State Plaza for a bit. I get ice cream and coffee. I then head to Neptune to visit Eric who has just returned from Hong Kong. He's got mild OCD, he's a Swede, he's a Virgo, he's 29, and he's divorced. He's also hot, intelligent, a geek, in the SCA, and totally fun. Balanced. He brought me back a jade necklace and a silk kimono. A red one. Hot.
Tuesday: I drive home, grab my laundry, and head up to mom's. I manage to stay awake long enough to get the second load into the dryer, and then I pass out. Mom is sick, so we're the nap twins. I pick up the clean clothes and head down to Marc's for Queer Eye around 6. Marc and I have ANOTHER argument, work out some more crap, and then he passes out. And so here I am.
I work Wed-Fri this week. I'm lucky I work 10 hour days, or I'd be screwed. I was trying to work out a job with Navigant consulting (they said I was hired!) but I've heard nothing for a while. Time to move on. I hate this crap. If it weren't for money, my life would be perfect right now. I'm enjoying being single. These past few weeks have been amazing. It was really scary and depressing at first, but now there's almost nothing I would give it up for.
Platypus
So we're on Saturday now. I had plans to hang with Cliff around 1, but what with people having jobs and needing to boot me early, I'm at the beach by 10 AM. So I call him early. We hang out on the beach, we wander Ocean Grove, we hang out on the beach some more, and we go driving. Cliff says he wants to take care of me someday, and I believe him. I don't know how I feel about that. For those of you who don't know him, Cliff is Das Ubermench. He's tall, blond, blue-eyed, and gorgeous. He has a black belt in Tae Kwon Do, a biology degree, and an e-business that is so far making him 6K a month. And he's only 23. He's also incredibly upstanding and wholesome. I must be impossible for him to comprehend. We drive around, we listen to Dave Matthews, we have Chinese buffet. I then hoof it back across the state because I was supposed to hang out with Tom. But Tom flaked on me, which I'm used to. So instead I head over to
fatherdog's and we watch anime. Vampire Princess Miyu TV series and Petshop of Horrors. I strongly recommend both. They each contained one of my favorite elements to any anime: something extremely cute and demonic. I want Shiina! I crash at FatherDog's. Sunday: sleep in. Have dinner with
fatherdog and family. His mom gives me a lead on an editing job (I hope I hope I hope that would be so perfect). I'm supposed to head to New Brunswick, but prometheus flakes on me. So it's back up North. Bill and Julie and I go out to dinner, and I crash on their floor again.Monday: Bill plays hooky to hang out with me. We eat lunch/breakfast in the park. I get the brilliant idea to get a salad to throw to the ducks. Ducks, it turns out, don't like salad. New wisdom: You can give a duck a salad, but you can't make it eat. Next time I'll add croutons. I stop over at CompUSA to visit Paulie, who is getting out of work. We wander the Garden State Plaza for a bit. I get ice cream and coffee. I then head to Neptune to visit Eric who has just returned from Hong Kong. He's got mild OCD, he's a Swede, he's a Virgo, he's 29, and he's divorced. He's also hot, intelligent, a geek, in the SCA, and totally fun. Balanced. He brought me back a jade necklace and a silk kimono. A red one. Hot.
Tuesday: I drive home, grab my laundry, and head up to mom's. I manage to stay awake long enough to get the second load into the dryer, and then I pass out. Mom is sick, so we're the nap twins. I pick up the clean clothes and head down to Marc's for Queer Eye around 6. Marc and I have ANOTHER argument, work out some more crap, and then he passes out. And so here I am.
I work Wed-Fri this week. I'm lucky I work 10 hour days, or I'd be screwed. I was trying to work out a job with Navigant consulting (they said I was hired!) but I've heard nothing for a while. Time to move on. I hate this crap. If it weren't for money, my life would be perfect right now. I'm enjoying being single. These past few weeks have been amazing. It was really scary and depressing at first, but now there's almost nothing I would give it up for.
Platypus