So, I've been jobhunting lot this past week or so. I've already had an interview with one place, and have two other job interviews st up for the next week. Hopefully I get one of them. Friday night, I spent over at J's with her, nana and Maddie, becauseJ wasn't feeling well. It was fun just lounging around, watching kim possible movies with them. The thunderstorm- or should I say wimpy storm- that went through was rather disappointing. Yesterday...ya, for the most part was great. Woke up to J holding Maddie on my arm, then was greeted with Maddie smiling at me (yes, I know that baby has me wrapped). Left there for a short bit, brought my friend B over to see Maddie for the first time. After hanging out there, B and I went out for food, then I dropped her off at her place because she had to go to her grandma's house that evening.
I went out to K's grad party. It was fun... I hung out with practiucally everybody there.. except my ex that showed up. Apparently K's boyfriend and another friend of ours ran into him at his work, and invited him. Thankfully, they warned me. I was fine, nervouse, but fine. You see, this was the first time seeing him in over a year, since the breakup and dropping off the trash- sorry, "gifts"- he had given me while were dating (I didn't want the constant reminder of him everywhere I went. I think everyone is nervous the first time they see their ex out in a public after breaking up. Thankfully he didn't bring C, his girlfriend (he had dated her before the last time we dated, and is not dating her again, also living with her and her family) because that would've pushed it. I played nice to a degree- meaning, I stayed away from him,so not to be tempted to be violent. Which I wasn't really tempted to do that.. til the end of the night.
You see, Patty (K's mom) was saying what all the sleeping arrangements were, and was listing them off to him in the kitchen (I was in the living room, and those of us in there were kinda listening). He almost stayed! That would've been my limit. When there was that possibility for aminute or so, in my head and in the texts I sent to my friend El, "I don't care that I've had a little to drink, I'm not sleeping in the same room to him!" I was all for driving home if he ended up stayin the night, because we would've mostlikely ended up sleeping in the same room, and that would be past my tolerance limit. Luckily, he walked back to C's place, not spending the night. And yes, I do have a small amount of residual anger, but not nearly as much as I used to. Was I nervous to be around him, yes, because I didn't know what was going to go down. But did I have feelings for him, as in did I want him back? NO, absolutely not. I fully realized that last night, I was almsot completely sure, but solidified that belief when I saw him, and had no urge to break his neck/balls whatsoever.
After he left, a friend of K's came over, one of her magic card-playing friends. Let me tell you, he was cute. He had a slight swimmers build, cute butt, nice on the eyes, funny. I don't know if I would ever date him, but he was atleast nice to look at. There seemed to be easy banter between me and him the few times we spoke/sparred when we were all getting ready to call it a night. James (the mutual friend of K and I that was with her bf & ran into my ex) slept on the chair in K's room, everybody else left at the party (minus her mom, stepdad and baby cousin) were downstairs. There was some jokes about who Andrew (the cute guy) would wake up spooning with, because he didn't have a blanket for a lil bit until K brought a ouple down. She ended up going back down and taking one back for me so we wouldn't have to battle over her blanket. K and I ended up "sharing" her bed. Her boyfriend didn't stay (his mom's rule). I say the "sharing" part lightly, because it was a twin bed, and I had enough to barely cover laying on my side. I woldn't have been the least surprised to have woken up on the floor.
We all woke up early this morning. Most of them were going to sunday school then church service, one was going to work. Me? I woke up, got my shoes and purse, and went home to get some actual sleep (kept waking up to find K sprawled over more of the bed.) My dad thought I was hungover. Truely, I wasn't. I'm not a morning person to begin with, and I don't like sunlight, hense why I'm a pale ginger. But combine the two with slep deprivation? You have what can pass as a hangover I guess.
When I finally came downstairs a couple hours after waking back up, Dad was nowhere to be found. His bedroom light was on, but his car wasn't in the driveway. I think he may be visiting Earl (the dog we're getting as early as tomorrow if he's medically cleared by then) but who knows, he may be at a "nerd Herd" model meeting (modeling kits, like toy airplanes, cars, etc.)
Well, I'lll post again next week, giving progress on the job search, and Earl, and the other parts of my life. Catch you on the flipside :)
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