So, I'm a template slut...wanna do it??
So, whoops on the 'S' thing. I think things are all right. He's on vacation with his family right now. His sister just graduated from medical school this weekend. ('Member I told you about all the perfect-ness? Apparently, it runs in the family.) I think we agreed to go out again on Monday nite. Cross your fingers that it goes well. In case you wondered, he's a really good kisser. He kissed me with the make your knees knock smooches that leave your lips tingling. And he's agressive--which I fucking love. 'S' is still in the running for whatever, not that there's really a contest or a position, but we girls all have something to fill, don't we? *wink wink* (Hee Hee! Tricked ya! I was just talking about the romantic void in my life! Dirty minded folks!)
I'm also supposed to meet up with Geneva sometime this weekend. His name isn't really Geneva, it's 'A' and he's originally from Athens, Greece. He's been in Geneva for a friend's wedding for the past two weeks and I think we're both waiting for him to finally get home. I've got a good feeling about him already. He says the same things I do, like, "Let's make babies." and "We're gonna get married because..." He also wears these super trendy glasses that I think are just hip as hell. It's fantastic. If things go the way that I imagine they will with him, I'm going to have quite the predicament when it comes down to the 'S' + 'A' issue. But, we'll cross that bridge when we get there.
I saw my dr. on Wednesday. Dr. Amazing. We have a good rapport, a much better dynamic than I anticipated the first time I saw him. He mostly laughs at me, lets me psychoanalyze myself, agrees with me and writes prescriptions as needed. I think I mostly appreciate his objective and unbiased opinion. He thinks I'm ridiculously stressed. He's right of course, but he wants me to cut things out of my life--primarily because I don't have a whole lot of my life left when it comes down to what I want. I'm not quite sure how I'm supposed cut things out of my life, but I do need to do it. It's pretty much a necessity at this point and I know that it would make me feel so much better. In the meantime, he prescribed a super strong anti-anxiety medication and encouraged me to play around with the dosage until I "get it right." That's been fun, let me tell ya.
Day Camp is going well. We have a good staff this year. Everyone gets along really well and seems to bring something unique to the group. Our kids seem to be better this year, too, but I can't figure out whether it's the behavior or the lack of kids that's to be commended for the generally amiable environment where I now work. My new position has rendered a tremendous amount of new stress. I feel like every time I turn around I'm getting on someone's case, fixing things or organizing something else, but I enjoy a challenge and really like this one.
My math course started. I take it through school, but instead of going to class, I watch it at home on a cable access channel. My mom has chosen to take it with me which has worked out really nicely. She hates on the people in the studio and that really keeps me awake. Otherwise, I do believe I'd be passed out on my bedroom floor each nite. I started going to Supplemental Instruction classes twice a week, too. This is not so bad because our SI leader, Sergio, is one of the most attractive men I've met in sometime. He's also from another country, though I couldn't tell you which exactly. All I know is smart + hot + foreign = super hot and doable. Math is so much more fun that way. :) Oh yeah, and this time I "get" it which helps out tremendously.
Tomorrow is father's day and I should probably be rested. Didja know that I wrote this entire thing in ten minutes. Damn, I'm good.
MM: I miss you.
Jared: Sorry I drive you insane with all of my new templates. I think this one is hot though. :)
Love you all!
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Ari
