NON-Date Status Update.

I've been on a date. With the second non dater I mentioned in the original post. His name is Jarrod. I never need to go on a date with Jarrod again. He's a fine guy. Just not my fine guy. I've obviously mellowed a little on this topic. I realized that I don't actually want to date anyone right now. Dating freaks me out. I'm cool with just having some dude friends and hanging out with those dude friends with the rest of my other friends. Yeah.... freaking me out. I don't want to date you.


I'm cool with being a lone wolf.

But, if I change my mind, be the first in line (but not Jarrod). Honey I'm still free. Take a chance on me.

Way to go ABBA slash Mamma Mia! for knowing exactly how I feel into words. haha.

Also, I saw Mamma Mia! four times in theaters. Twice normal, twice SING ALONG!!! It was amazing.

I've been working on a post called, "Christmas List: An Addendum" I learned that word, addendum, in college. I love it.

I've got the scoliosis...

it's very mild, but it understands THE HORRIBLE BACK PAIN I'VE HAD FOR THE LAST YEAR AND A HALF! I also have arthritis in my lower back.

stooopid.

picture thingy. I love this.

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Excuse me, did you want to go on a date with me?

I'm sorry, I can apparently only go on NON dates.

Um, for those of you who don't know, I say I dated this fellow from school this year. I'm lying. By dates I mean he invited me to the movies, we met there, and then we paid for separate tickets and there was no romance involved. I'm just so desperate, I call them dates. They were plainly NOT DATES. I wanted to date him, but he didn't want to actually date me. This all happened in March. So then, in May, this dude is talking to my bff about how we dated and it's too bad it didn't work out. WHAT?! My sentiments exactly. So completely lame right? Right. So the other night, Friday to be exact, I have plans with a different fellow. To go see Max Payne. It's just me and him. He's offered to pick me up. We've declined others who wanted to go with us. I meet him at the theater because I have a rehearsal right before and it was easier to meet up. I get there. We get in line for tickets. It's the moment of truth. We walk up to the ticket booth. And....

IT'S A NON DATE.

I paid for my ticket, he paid for his. He called it a date after the fact. It was not a date. Just like the others with the other guy weren't dates. I haven't been on a single date. I'm apparently hideously unattractive. Or too cool for school.

My brain has literally been reeling since that night. What is it that I'm doing to procure all these NON dates? I think I should get an award or something. Because I have a gift. I apparently threaten boys enough for them to want to date me but are afraid to actually date me, or I'm so nonthreatening that boys think they can apparently date me without my knowledge. Maybe it's them that deserve the award. And if there's only one trophy it definitely goes to David, the first NON dater.


Wow. I deserve at least a t-shirt.

I'm a real actress!

Calling all Hites interested in family history!

http://www.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~ohwyand2/hite_book.htm

check this out! we are probably related to these guys!

Wow, I guess to all those people who told me, you're right.

I really am missing my home/family/California. Case and point, today I needed directions to the place to pick up my transcripts. I used google maps and I found the place. As I was trying to scroll down the page I accidentally super zoomed out. I decided to see how far I was going today was in comparison to how far CA is. It took me a long time to get down to Brawley. And with each mouse stroke it took my eyes got weepier and weepier. I finally got to LA and I knew how far that was from Brawley and it just seemed like too far away to bother. :(

I'm glad we decided to fly to Christmas this year. Because that way I can spend more time there.

So, to all those High School teachers and family friends and parents who told me I was going to miss Brawley and I would be tempted to become a townie, and I just scoffed and said you were all wrong and that I was different, I'm not. You were right. I was wrong. I miss my mommy.