A Tease, a Wedding, and Anxiety.
Last week was insane at work. My desk was at a constant pile (and still kind of is, I’m dreading going to work tomorrow) and the requests/emails/calls wouldn’t stop coming my direction. In one sense, it let the week go by really fast. That is of course, if I WANTED the week to go fast, which I didn’t.
Reason One: I am moving this weekend (first weekend in November) and I am nowhere near packing all my stuff up. My room right now is just an explosion of clothes and shoes all over the floor that I haven’t decided what I’m doing with yet. I thought I got rid of a bunch of my clothes, but apparently that was all a lie because it seems like there’s still a sh*t ton. I could have used more time to at least get started on that.
Reason Two: My applications for UW are due on Wednesday. Luckily this time I’ve taken care of all the things that need to be sent, but I have NOT finished my application or more specifically, my personal statement. I’m so paranoid about how it is, and I’ve sent it to a ton of people but either I haven’t heard back from them, or I haven’t been given much in return. i.e. “you’re comma happy”. Well, duh. Anyone who reads this blog can tell you that. I have a problem with sentences that are too short. They make me feel like I’m reading “See Spot Run” even when they’re perfectly normal sentences. Anyway. I have now 2 days to submit that and I’m freaking out a little. Wishing I had more time last week.
Amidst my crazy busy day on Friday, I had a bit of an anxiety attack realizing I had so much to do and so little time. Why didn’t I take care of it this weekend, you ask? Well, there was a wedding yesterday.
This was the wedding I asked Rejector (that’s my new name for him on this blog) to and though I was only there for a few hours, it was an all day event. The bride and groom decided to have their wedding at the place that they met (and spend about 80-90% of their year at) which is Stevens Pass Ski Resort. Stevens Pass also happens to be about an hour and a half away from home. All week it had been snowing up there (unseasonably early) so before we left I had to make sure my squeaky brakes were changed and my tires rotated. The snow actually wasn’t bad, (It didn’t start snowing until we were a mile to the ski resort) but I have low profile tires that don’t usually fair well in snowy or icy conditions. The wedding was so cute and very reflective of the couple and their likes/tastes. Right down to conducting the ceremony on the snow cat. The wedding was fun and my friend joined me, but every once in a while I’d get a little pang of sadness that Rejector didn’t join me (despite his constant hating on weddings all week). Speaking of him…
I’m starting to get really confused. I call him Rejector for obvious reasons, but I’d assume that since I showed a hint of interest that he’d dial back the way he acts. Nope. In fact, I feel like he’s gone even more forward. I saw him every day this week when I normally see him only once, maybe twice a week. I got tons of emails from him, more texts than usual, he continued to flirt (enough that people around me were noticing and remarking) and stick around I found me to chat for much longer than we should. We’ve started exchanging movies/music (which by the way — it doesn’t help that I’m learning more and more that his music taste is beyond amazing. It’s basically just my music taste but trust me, that’s been hard to find in a guy thus far…). So, I’m thinking he’s either a really big tease or just really dense. I thought that I’d get over it once I stuck out my neck but his constant involvement is making that hard. I mean, do guys do that? Do they flirt just for fun? To me, I only flirt when there’s a little interest because I’ve dealt with the repercussions of doing it just for fun. And even though I’ve done it in the past, I never think of guys doing that. But if that’s what is going on then I guess it’s karma for all the years I did it. And if that’s the case maybe I should stop being so receptive to it.
Oh, and I never went on that date I was supposed to go on last weekend. And finally let the guy I went out with for a second time know that I wasn’t feelin’ it.
So there it is. My week. And of course I would be spending time blogging about how I have no time. I should start packing…