Well folks, I am all moved in and back online. I have actually been here for about a week now, but have hesitated to update or comment on anything because a) I have been terribly busy unpacking and what not, and b) because the past couple of days I have been in a really foul mood.

It's amazing to me how one member of the opposite sex can make you feel happy and confident one minute, and like complete shit the next. Last week, I was feeling pretty good. I had met a guy who I liked and who seemed to be into me, and I was moving into a new place which I was (and still am) really excited about. On behalf of my newfound optimism, I went out with friends the other night and drank way too much. I haven't had more than a few beers in a very long time, so this was NOT a good idea. A couple hours and a few long island iced teas later, I was hot tubbing in my jeans and acting like a complete idiot. General drunken retardedness ensued, and I felt terrible the next day.

So, the boy I had met (we'll call him J) really hadn't made any attempt to hang out since a week ago, except for a few lame phone calls. Now, I am not an aggressive girl, and even if I want someone, I have problems going for it. So, I can't really say I tried too hard either, but if he's a smart boy, he should know I'm interested. So even though I was quite drunk the other night, he seemed pretty distant. Then last night, we all decide to get together again. Still the same distance, J is making simple conversation with me but basically ends up flirting with my roommate the whole night. THANKS, that's EXACTLY what I want to sit here and watch all night. Bleh. So I'm trying really hard to shrug it off and forget about it, especially since me and him were never anything anyway. Didn't I tell myself not to get too excited over this guy because that would be the smart thing to do?? (See past journal entry) See, i know how the story ends. And now I've bored you all with my lame guy problems once again. The story of my life...