I'm actually going to spare you guys this one and not go over every single detail of my life. I'm just going to talk about the important things. I know, its like, a revelation or an apocalypse or something.
First of all, I'm really enjoying the Catholic Campus Ministries club. They are the nicest people ever, and I've made some friends already. Such sweet people. The Bishop of the diocese of Raleigh came today for a dedication service (if this sounds like jibberish, don't worry; it was a really big deal, and he's a VIP. That's all you have to know), so I put on a cute dress and helped with one part of the Mass. Bishop Burbidge is so funny, and such a nice guy. I love bishops!
Next point of interest: so there's this boy. The one I went out with on Monday. I've been talking to him every day for the past...wow, it feels like a lot longer, but it hasn't even been a week. Anyway, we ate together today. He's turning out to be quite the catch. He makes me laugh a lot, and what's even better is that I make him laugh a lot, too. I love that. He actually told me last night that I'm funny. Seriously, anyone who tells me I'm funny...that is one of the most flattering things any person could ever say to me. And he said I'm cute. And when we talk, something just kind of clicks. Like we get each other. Okay...I'm not going to get all serious over two day-time dates and a few texts. I'm no where near 'dating' him, or even necessarily 'liking' him. I just met him. I'm just saying this potentially has the potential to be something. I'm keeping my eye on him, that's all.
And for the record, though I have named most of my friends in this, I've decided not to name boys. That's just a bit personal, and I've posted this site all over my Facebook and Twitter so I have no clue who all turns on their laptops in the middle of the night when they're sure no one will catch them, hides under their blankets in bed and reads this blog. I don't exactly want ALL of my business out there. And situations could get awkward if boys figure out that I'm blogging about them...I could turn out looking like a total creep. If anything is ever serious with someone, I promise I will name that person. But for now, boys remain unnamed.
Moving on. I have to go home tomorrow for an orthodontist appointment. Lame. Then I'm coming back, then leaving again on Friday for Labor Day weekend. Double lame. I was really contemplating staying home, but my dad's birthday is next week and we'll probably go out to eat for this occasion on Sunday. So I thought I should be home for that. I know, I'm an angel. I'm giving up actually spending a weekend here for my daddy. But that's okay, I'll have plenty of weekends to spend here. Daddy only has one birthday every year. So although I'm not looking forward to leaving this haven, I'm happy to be a good daughter. Plus I have a situation I need to straighten out with a boy back home...long story short, he likes me (a lot) and I just don't feel the same anymore. He's there. I'm here. Things have changed since this summer so much already. You get the drift.
So, I'm going home to rip off a bandaid and eat a birthday cake. I suppose this will be an interesting weekend. But in my dumpy small town...lets just say the cake better be red velvet, or I'll have wasted my precious time.
