There has been altogether too much thinking going on in the head of yours truly.Someone is stalking my father. Much turmoil on the domestic front. I'd get into it but it would give me a headache. It's late. Please don't give me a headache. There's enough going on, believe me.
I'm thisclose to becoming an official philosophy major, double minoring in english and writing. My parents are going on about job security and in my head, I'm thinking that I can go and get my license and certification as a massage therapist and have job security while working in a chiropractor's office or work out of my home charging $50-85 an hour. I'm not sure yet what I want to do but I have to make a decision by December since the transferred credits now make me a second semester sophomore.
My tranfer is going through with Bath and Body Works here in Albany. They're going over the details and hopefully, I'll be employed and selling body lotions within a week and a half. I need the money.
I wanted to get together with Dave but it hasn't happened yet. The last three times have ended in cancellations on his behalf. One such incident occurred after I called him and a girl picked up his cell phone, something he never let anyone else do but himself. She asked me if Dave had my number and I said "Uhm, yeah. Who is this?" When he called me back, he said that I sounded pissed off at the girl who answered before, who was then referred to as his "Friend." "Just like I was your friend those three months at the beginning of the year?" I think in my head.
After needlessly defending myself by explaining that I just wanted to know how to refer to her, we continue to speak and make tentative plans for sometime when we both are free. I tell him that he should call me when he can but if not, then that's okay cause I'm sure we'll get together at some point.
But God help me, I have not wasted any time meeting new guys. There are so many. I've become a shameless flirt and I like it.
