Correction to my last post. I am apparently not overdrawn anymore, although they DID charge me $100 in overdraft fees. *Sigh* I'll never do that again (I hope).
So today I shot my bow for about 20 min after I got off work and I'm not too bad at it. I think I could get enough meat to keep myself alive. If it let me walk up right next to it, and just stood there while I tried to shoot it, and well . . . you get the picture. I checked my Schedule for class this semester and I won't be able to take the fencing class that I wanted to, I'm going to be learning French instead. I finally E-mailed the rotary club about the language immersion scholarship, but I haven't heard back from them yet. *twiddles thumbs* I've apparently run out of things to say. So I'll be going now.

I've managed to overdraw my account by, like, $150. I spent all day today (my day off) running around doing chores. I did however, manage to get a string for my bow, and some arrows. So now I'm all set up to start back in with my archery. I think I can trace this to watching Blade: Trinity the other night. It's sad that I'm so easily influenced by movies . . .

. . .and for those keeping track, no I didn't get any play for my birthday.

So . . . tonite I did the stupidest thing ever. I drove home drunk. Not to sound like an after-school special or anything, but for the love of God! Do as I say and not as I do: Don't drink and Drive! now that my sermon is over, I think I'll go to bed. By the way . . . Happy Fuc***g Birthday to me! Drunkeness and the internet aren't a good mix. G'night (If you are a RANDOM STRANGER READING THIS, WISH ME A HAPPY FUC***G bIRTHDAY!) crap, sorry about the caps, but I'm too lazy to go fix it now . . .

Rode my new bike to work today. And then riding home I managed to pickup this totally random stranger on rollerblades. He's pretty young and his name is Chris and he is a dropped out college student who was a theatre major, and does martial arts performances along with making masks and such. Bizarrely (for me) I wasn't weirded out by him really at all. We rode together most of the way back to my place, until we got to his his turn. Didn't crudely hit on me, although he did ask me out, to have sushi with him and a few friends he'd just met. Tll in all not a too bad day, though that could be the exercise endorphins talking.

So yesterday . . . .no, day before yesterday. I went down to the firefly, and my car decided to overheat halfway there. Crap. So I pull in decide I might as well hang out there for a while, since I need to give my car time to cool down. I go to leave, and it overheats again before I get home! Yesterday, I call in to work 'cause hey, my car's all broken and stuff. Drive it down to the mechanic . . .doesn't overheat, find out I can't bring in my car until tuesday, drive home . . . doesn't overheat. Drive it around all day long and nothing, not even the slightest idea of the possibility of overheating. Stoopid Car! Just to be on the safe side though, I bought a bike that I can use to get to work.

Well, um . . . I've apparently gotten my first booty call . . .and I didn't realize that's what it was.
I'm sitting at work talking to K about internet and computer addiction, and how his friend is addicted to computer games. So I go home later that day, and play CoH for about 4 hours, then the phone rings. It's RR wanting to know if I want to do something, I'm thinking about the conversation about computer addiction so I say sure I'd love to. He suggests a movie, and I ask whether it'll be at the theatre or at his place (because I wouldn't invite anyone back to this pigsty) He says his place, but he has to runa few errands first. So I finish my mission, and head over to his place. We go up to his room to watch a movie because his roomates are downstairs watching something else. We get about halfway through the movie, and I make a comment about how I won't be able to stay for the whole thing, because I have to wake up early for work. Apparently he takes this as some kinda signal that he should "pick up the pace of seduction". LOL So he starts saying how I've got a really nice stomach and he likes how I show it off with my shirts.
He's like "What's wrong? are you getting cold feet?"
I'm all like, "Huh? Cold feet about what?"
"Well, why you came over. I'm sure you didn't just come over to watch a movie . . ."
(It's finally starting to dawn on me that this was not about watching a movie with an old friend.)
"Um . . . I think I'm gonna go now . . ."
"I'm sorry. I made you uncomfordable didn't I. I feel like such an ass . . . We should actually hang out sometime though; Ya'know, without all the sexual tension. And not in my bedroom."
"Like Omega or the Firefly, or something?"
"Yeah"
"Yeah . . . So, um . . . I'm gonna go. I'll see ya later."
"Sorry . . ."

So then I drove home, giggling all the way; and wrote it all here for some random strangers perusal. It's funny 'cause RR is a good looking guy and I've known him forever, but (apparently) he is firmly ensconced in friend-ville. ROFLMAO