Before Sunset

My title never seems to have anything to do with my post. I'm okay with that.

It's 19:54 right now. I am listening to Dubstep. If you don't know Dubstep, you probably wouldn't care for it...or already loathe its filth.

I had another interview for today, but it was re-scheduled, so now I wait for that to happen. If nothing else, I will start at Macys on Tuesday...where I'm sure it will be a case of Office Space. I can already hear people having little chats with me about how I look. ...And I can hear myself arguing with them, because that's just how things are. We'll make it through this.

Last night I went to a place called...Neon's where I chatted with the bartender for a while, since one of the people we were with (most of the people were nice, and quite entertaining) kept talking about some meal he had at a new restaurant. I was excited to hear about it the first time that he had talked about it, no wait...that wasn't me at all. I did talk to some people at the bar, which was fun. I also chatted up the bartender, or rather he chatted me up. I must've had about five or six glasses of water (on the rocks of course, since I'm classy like that) while talking to him.

I rather enjoyed the situation. I was nice and cool at the bar, as it's been incredibly hot here (and everywhere else, too I suppose...) and oh Joel. I feel like everywhere we go, he's trying to pimp me out to this person or that person for this thing or that thing (housing, job, sex, whatever). It makes me feel terribly shy and reserved...and uneasy, though harmless and well-meant, I'm sure.

We also talked a little bit last night, and I feel like I over-shared, which is preposterous. I don't tell him anything...which is approximately 98% true, based on statistical facts. ...No, I can't back that up. But I did give him a snippet. I also got a hug. It's weird not being able to hug anyone and everyone at will. I don't get much physical contact which I'm okay with. I still talk to Ron all the time...and I hope that his mom is doing okay (she had surgery...). I'm not really sure what I would do if I didn't have any sort of drawing outlet...or some kind of art outlet.

I'm now going to go watch some of the Bengals game...since it's on. Also, I started watching The Big Lebowski. It's a good movie so far, and I'm excited to see how it ends. :o) I may add more to this post later, but maybe not.