#panic party

I have three (and a half) dates in the next three days.  The first date was supposed to be a work out date, but my trainer cancelled class.  We'll be brunching on waffles and fried chicken instead.  

The Monday night date is with a new guy. I get the feeling that he is looking to hook up, which I'm not interested in.  We'll see.

I need to re-pierce my nose.  This somehow feels ridiculous, but then again, vanity is ridiculous.

I tried to make plans with this adorable gay couple I met recently but I haven't heard from them.  On one hand, if it doesn't work out, I'll probably go anyway.  On the other hand, WHY?  We hit it off!  We bonded over GoT!

I got my haircut a couple of weeks ago and I lurve it so much.  So does the Oil Baron.  

I tried to compliment one of the temps on his motorcycle t-shirt today. "Nice t-shirt, George!" "What?" "Nice wheels!"--as I moved my hands in circles over my general chestal area.  He is mesmerized by my chestal area. "NICE MOTORCYCLE T-SHIRT!"--waves hands faster over my boobs in a desperate attempt to clarify. George is now staring at my chest, "Um. Thanks."  </scene>

My director stopped by my desk to go over some requirements.  As he leaves, I try to return to what I was doing in one smooth gesture.  TRY, being the operative word, since I ended up with an earphone in my mouth and a strawberry Pocky stick in my ear.  I know I'm going to get a promotion any day now.

I'm trying so hard to be silly right now to avoid the rage that would consume me if I thought of what is going on in the news right now.  I hate people sometimes.

Last minute ingredients procured, prepping started.  I don't have an actual dish ready yet, but the sangria is in a bowl--since I can't find any of my pitchers.  

Tonight is my dinner party.  I'm giddy, nervous and behind.  I didn't do any of the things that I planned to do in increments this week.  So...today will be interesting.  I'm hoping a combination of procrastination energy and excitement will lead to all the productivity.

Also, my TV is still in a box.  I'm looking at an expensive, colorful box.  

Furthering the nervous energy (and distractions), I have a first date tomorrow.  He sent me the first message on OkC three days ago and we have been emailing/texting pretty much non-stop.  I am practically incapable of ignoring text messages and must respond RIGHT NOW.  I actually tried to back out of it yesterday, having thought myself into a panic of how quickly he will lose interest once we meet.  I told him something has come up that will probably make me cancel our plans and he was good humored in his 'disappointment'.  I made the mistake of telling one of my girlfriends as I was texting him about the possible cancellation.  She strongly discouraged me from it.  Considering how much I trust her judgement and fear her wrath, I eventually changed my tune and we're back on for tomorrow.  I have no expectations or desired outcome.  He seems funny and smart which is a good start, but I don't know if I'm especially attracted to him.

i invite you to join me at the panic party ive been having for the past month

I would love to join your panic party. I'll bring panic cake and booze!

I basically decided last week that I wanted to do a grad degree in the US, and I'm now in a frenzy of applications and essays and finance and GRE! and I don't understand any of it. I have no idea what I'm doing.