Mexico is Where I'm Headed

If I don't get my work done, that is. Because then I will surely fail out of school for lack of caring. 'Cause at this moment, I really don't. Care, that is. My project is due tomorrow and for some reason I cannot seem to muster up the energy to buckle down and like, be productive.

Roommate and I both have work to do, but we are currently eating takeout and watching the Mavericks take on the Hornets. The Pistons won, by the way. It was touch and go for a whole half, but we buckled down and victory was OURS! I'm wearing my sweatshirt, too. I may Facebook message Mr. Tall, just to rub it in his face.

Speaking of Facebook, another guy from the past has recently made a comeback. We had a random Facebook affair awhile back, and the addition of that chatting-thing has made it easier for him to stroll back into my life. 'Twas too much. God is giving me a lot to deal with lately. The vacation did me good, though. My mind is a little clearer.

Of course when I got back in town Saturday night I hung out with Top Chef. He's that friend who, over a Heiniken,* gives you the advice that you don't really want to hear but know that it's good for you. It totally comes out of love, though; TC has my back for real, of that I am sure. He's down for it. Now the only question is figuring out what to do. It should be a no-brainer but when it comes to things like this, there's no such thing as a no-brainer, at least for me, anyway.

*Jose's still in the lead, but Heiny's the best beer I've had so far. The Boy still had to finish it for me, though. Waste not, and all that.

Usually I could babble on and on about dating and stuff like that, but I have been rendered speechless. And that is a rare feat, as I think we know. It feels like I'm being tested. Watched.

It wasn't like this with the Runner. I walked away from him no problem. I didn't really like him in that way, you know? There was no attraction. I couldn't imagine kissing him. At all, for any reason. We danced around each other, pretending to flirt, feigning attraction. Now while the real thing is, decidedly, better, it's also harder when you actually do give a damn. You don't know when to walk away. You never want to.

Turn off the lights
And turn off the shyness
'Cause all of our moves
Make up for the silence

Fall Out Boy's "From Under the Cork Tree" is like, the story of my life right now. Seriously, this CD is like the soundtrack for how I conduct my business. Especially "Of All the Gin Joints in the World," "7 Minutes in Heaven," and "Sophomore Slump or Comeback of the Year":

I swear I'd burn the city down to show you the lights...

Anyways. Like I said, the Pistons won tonight so I'm using that as a barometer for my week. As of right now I have nothing too serious planned. School's almost over, which is so hard to believe. It seems like I just got here. Ahh, summer. Can't get here fast enough. I want to do something crazy.

PS--In my current state, even the takeout delivery guy looked kind of hot. Motown Lover suggested I get a male escort and call it a day. Or night, as the case may be. But that's where (for now, at least), I draw the line. If I'm willing to pay for sex, I clearly have bigger issues than perpetual horniness.