Romanticizzzzed

Moments ago, for what I have figured is something like only the second time in my life, I asked an actual girl on an actual date. It was not even that hard, apart from trying to not spontaneously combust before I actually asked her.

It is scheduled for "sometime next week." If she flees the country between now and then, I guess that will mean she was only being nice.

Details...

will be forthcoming. I've got to go to bed now. Also, I've started reading Moby Dick. So far, it is whaletastic!

Weblog Vagabond

Once again I'm transitioning to a new weblog as I begin to transition to a new phase in my life. For whatever reason, WHERE I write things is important to me, and even when I kept a journal in spiral-bound notebooks I would think of each one as a different volume of my life.
So the Slow Season is ending. And ugh, thank goodness. I'll have more details here tomorrow, but mostly I'll be posting at Orange County Vagabond, which is currently very much under development.

I think I am turning into a girl...

... because I have felt bummed out for whatever reason tonight, and the only thing that seemed to make me feel better was eatting some pie. Now that I have finished the pie, I am all sad again for no reason.
Crap. I guess now it's time to break out the pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream, lame romance movie and floral-printed box of extra-soft tissues.
I will curl up on the couch in a bathrobe and curlers in my hair and proclaim, "EVERYONE LEAVE ME ALONE, I JUST 'NEED SOME TIME!' *SNIFF*"
(but not really)
(I have never known a girl to actually do something like that, so where did I get that idea from? Does it actually happen?)

Anyway, GRR. Everything is stupid. Or maybe, it's only me. rrrrrrrrrrrrr