Weekend updates

I had a date late last night with the guy with the horrid name. He is cute. What's in a name anway right? That is what I trying to convince myself. I am not so shallow that his name is plaguing my dreams, but it is just something I am trying to work around. I have to find a nickname that makes sense to his name. His last name is quite shocking too so that's no good.

I digress. We went to see Borat. It was funny but unexpectedly graphic. It was shocking. He liked it though which is good cuz I picked it. We went to the 11:45 showing. Afterwards we went back to my apartment and watched TV and chatted for a bit. It was bitingly cold last night so his hands were freezing and I took one of his hands as we sat on the couch and put both of mine around his to warm him up. His thumb was stroking my hand. It was endearing. I don't usually like anyone holding my hand. Then he had his arm around my waist and was stroking my side with his thumb.

Then he left and I went to bed.

Idon't know. I hate his name, I hate his shoes and I barely know him. But he's cute and seems really sweet. I dunno. He's also from Zim too. So we have a lot more in common than me and those American boys I experimented with. But that is not to say he is any better than them. I don't know him yet. I dunno how he gets on my nerves yet. I dunno anything about him really. Well, i know a bit, what i weedled out of him through chatting.

Don't think so hard. It was only one date. He called me after he left my place and said he had a really good time and that he liked what he saw. I winced a bit over the phone but took it as his awkward way of complimenting me. I dunno.

But i was fantasizing about D.C. all night. On purpose. So I wouldn't fantasize about him, the new guy. Let's call him Jackson for now. Why Jackson? I don't know I always thought that was a sexy name for some silly reason. So Jackson it is for now.

I didn't want to start going crazy over Jackson before we even become good friends. So I substituted with D.C. Bad idea. It is not a step forward in getting over D.C. Neither is planning on going to D.C. for Thanksgiving and/or Christmas, now that i know I can't go home for Christmas.

It's going to be the first Christmas in almost 23 years that I will not spend with my family. That'll blow. My little sis really wants me to come home for Christmas. She even offered her allowance and forfeiting going to Dubai for our annual Christmas shopping. Sweet. I am sad I will be here for Christmas. Sulking no less. Ok, i know I need to grow up. This whole becoming-an-adult-seperate-from-mum-and-dad thing was inevitable. Time I sucked it up and acted like a grown up for once.

But i want my mum and dad.

Got promoted at the paper a few weeks ago, forgot to mention. It was nice. I dunno if my promotion at my other job ever fell through, I still haven't had my evaluation to increase my pay. I feel wierd reminding them because i dunno if it was official official and don't want to sound greedy. I really need to be more like the Americans. Go-getters and no excuses.

My relationship with God is going through a phase that will not give. I am stuck in a rut where my prayer life and bible studying and church going have stagnated, with random bursts of faith every now and then. I am worried about my spirit because of my spiritual anorexia but i am forcing myself to get it together and slowly, very slowly it is getting better.

Thong guy showed up at my job again yesterday. I think he's harmless, but I have wisened up and didn't let things go out of control again.

Have an Advertising test tomorrow night, a huge feature due for class tomorrow morning and about eight stories due for the paper this week along with my huge feature for the paper. Best get to it then.