Waiting, waiting, waiting. Sitting here waiting for Lyzz to call me so we can go out. I know, I know. I'm a grown woman (even if I don't act like it) and should be able to do these things on my own. Sigh. Not really my thing though. Unlike my room mate I can not just walk up to some stranger and start blabbing to him. There still is an element of shyness left over from my younger days. Mainly rooted in my fear of being made fun of, which happened often at the hands of a guy I graduated with. At least I think he graduated from high school. His name is Eric. He still lives here in town. Every now and then I run into him and those old feelings of inadequacy come rushing back. Suddenly I'm 16 again and being made fun of in the halls of my high school. Bastard. I heard he did jail time a few years ago. This year is our 10th reunion and I almost hope he's there so I can drink too much and tell him what I think of him. Ass. That's actually one of the nicer words I have for him.

Spent way too much money at Old Navy tonight. Went with the intention of finding an outfit for a business meeting on Monday with a customer from California. Bought a short black skirt and a 3/4 length sleeve red button down that goes surprisingly well with my hair color. Since I needed to waste some time I decided to peruse the aisles. Sigh, that was where I went wrong. I also ended up with a new pink striped pair of pajama pants, a new pink shirt and a new green polo "booby shirt" (as my sister calls them) for my trip to Philly over St. Patrick's weekend. The last three things I could have done without since I really...ahem.. don't sleep in pajamas when it starts to get warm, if you get my drift (if everyone is done throwing up over that mental image, I will proceed. Thank you.) and I still have the green "booby shirt" I bought for last years trip to Hoboken. Ahhh Hoboken. I can only hope I have the same luck in Philly. Difference is I was riding high on a wave of sudden independence after the whole Dan debacle and was still losing weight. Unfortunately about half of what I lost came back and that wave of independence washed right back out to sea.

Still job searching. Had a good prospect in the communications department for the state. One of the guys on the Ireland trip is married to someone in the department and told me they were looking for writers. Sooo, I forwarded my resume on. Can't hurt. God only knows I'll do anything to get the hell out of job #1. You guys and girls, all two of you that read this thing, are probably sick of hearing me complain about it but you don't know what it's like man! There are days when I wake up and just absolutely dread the 20 minute ride. God help the poor person who takes my job when I leave.

Had another dream about Ireland last night. I still see the green hills and fields everytime I close my eyes. Last night's was about me living in Blarney Castle. Don't remember much else except that Bob was there and so was Brent, Leslie, Anne and Marti. From what I recall we were all dressed in medieval garb and it was somewhere around the 14th century. That's all I can remember now. I want to go back. Not to the 14th century, I mean. Ireland. Those four days two weeks ago will be remembered for the rest of my life.