Just like a sailor

Apparently my mom also believes me to be a slut because just the other day she says to me:
So, who you bringing to Christmas?
And I'm just kind of like, I'm not bringing anyone, why would I bring anyone?
You're not bringing Devin?
Why would I bring Devin? We broke up over 2 years ago.
I mean Justin. Justin is not coming?
We're not going out anymore.
What about whats his name?
Who, Brian? Who lives in Georgia? Why would he come up here.
There's no one up here? I thought you had like a guy in every port.

Thanks mom.

really now?

so.... last time i was home, we went to bridgewater and went to a party and realized we were old....
anyways, so i was looking at someones facebook pictures and I see this girl who was at that party. When i saw her at the party (i was drunk) and I was like"hey, i know you, where do i know you from??" and she was all like, you know me from art class. So i just ASSUMED that meant from a class at bridgewater until just now, as I look at this photo on facebook and I realize she meant an art class at King Philip.... where I was her teacher... doing my student teaching... and that i was pretty open with her about being wasted when i saw her at bridgewater.

Note to self, don't go back.

road trip

I leave later this afternoon for my road trip up to Massachusetts.

First we are hitting up Asheville, NC followed by a night in the woods in Virginia and another night spent in Philadelphia and that will bring us to Sunday and who knows where we will go from there.

Be home by Monday, Tuesday at the latest.

In my dads opinion...

This is kind of awkward but... I'm pretty sure my dad thinks I am a slut...

First, over Thanksgiving break, me and my dad are catching up and talking about this and that and he asks me who have I been spending all my time with down here in the fine state of Georgia (clearly he also worries that I may have no friends). Anyways, I tell him I have been hanging out with this Brian kid. And what is his response? He goes, "Didn't think you would be alone for long"

What does that mean?

And then, just the other day he was inquiring about my travel plans for Christmas and how I was getting home and I tell him that I am driving up. He seems OK with that, tells me to make sure I stop the night in a motel or something but then, he asks, why do you want to drive up? So I tell him that Brian is driving up with me and I am dropping him off in New Hampshire. And what is my dads response? He says, "That's what I figured but I didn't want to accuse you of rampant sexual behavior. In that case, don't stop at any motels just drive straight through. Just kidding, you can stop at motels." Isn't he funny....

Why my life is a joke

As we all know, my social life is a bit of a joke. It's true, I get it. What many people don't realize is that my "professional" life is also a bit of a joke.
Yes I moved 20 hours away to "pursue my career" (sure...) but really, what did I move into?

To give you a little taste I will describe my day at work today.

I got into the office at 10 am. I used to go in at 9 am but my boss never got in till later so I adjusted my schedule. I go to my desk and begin the search for work. Everyday I go to the office and if I don't have a designated task, I have to find one. Usually on such days, half of my work load consists of finding something to work on. So there I am busy at work trying to find work when I get a call from my boss telling me we have to go somewhere. OK. Where do we go? Staff holiday party on campus. Delicious cookies and cider? Yes.
We schmooze for a bit then head back to the office where we immediately begin work on the office puzzle. Puzzle time continues until we get a call that one of the trainers is about to deep fry a turkey down at the training room so obviously we head down there to check it out.
This brings me to just about 12 o'clock (normal quitin' time for me) so I opt to continue my search for things to do so when I come in tomorrow I have a to do list.

1 o'clock rolls in and I am good to go, another day done.

i dont want a social crutch

I ran into the football assistants at dinner on Friday. We chatted it up some and went our separate ways. I felt like our chat went kind of well and I decided that I wanted to hang out with them this weekend. I was hoping to bump into them on the way out of the dining hall but when they left they went out the back door and didn't pass by my table again, so I decided I would facebook message them since I don't have any of their phone numbers.
And then Brian called me and we decided to hang out and I figured, that's OK, I'll get in touch with the football boys Saturday.

The thing is, once Brian and I start hanging out, it's hard to stop because, well, I just like hanging out with him. We watched movies, went for a hike, made some soup, watched more movies, just all that shit that people like me like to do; it's hard to resist.

To say the least, Saturday night rolls around and Brian and I are still hanging out. So, I figure, I'm OK with that. I am having a good time, it's not like I actually asked the football guys to hang out and even if I had facebook messaged them it doesn't mean they would have gotten the message or even wanted to hang out, so Brian and I make further plans for the evening and head to the movies. But lo and behold, I get a call from an unknown number. I let it go to voice mail as to not be rude, but when I check the voicemail, guess who it is... The football boys seeing if I wanted to hang out. Yes, yes I do, but I already made plans.

This would happen, ya know. I told myself coming down here: I didn't want a relationship because I didn't want to be spending all my time with a boy; I didn't want a relationship to be my social crutch. But then, I meet Brian, we start hanging out all the time but I figure, we're not actually "in a relationship" so it's fine to spend all sorts of time with him. Yet here I am, missing out on making friends because I have an infatuation that's eating up all my free time. Lame. And what gets me is that I am fully aware of this but guess what I am doing later today... hanging out with Brian.

Where does it end?

On-line Friendship Dating

Believe it or not but I am still on this making friends kick.
When I crunch the numbers and compare them to last years figures I am seeing a huge deficit.

As a favor, our very own Alison (as seen on my followers side bar thingy) has facebook friend suggested her cousin to me who has also recently moved down to Georgia.

After my friend request was accepted I actually took the initiative to message her. The last thing I need right now are facebook friends who I don't know. So we're in the process now of exchanging location related information. The question is, where does it go from here?

I mean, this is kind of like on-line dating. I was randomly set up with this person and now we are going to message back and forth to see if its worth making the effort to meet up in person and pursue a friendship.

What do I say? How to I get her to like me? I want to sound clever and smart with out seeming strange and arrogant. Do I really want to get involved in a new friend right now? It seems like I just left my old ones. So many questions! Who can help me navigate this friend making world??