Okay, so I venture outside myself- finally- actually work up the nerve to ask out a very cute boy- which took me a month and a half from the time I decided to do it to the time I actually did- and, of course, it comes back to slap me in the face! My timing is so horrible, had I asked him when I originally realized that I should very much like to date him, he would have been still single, but as I procrastinated- AGAIN- he has since run into his ex-girlfriend and they're trying to work things out. ARGH! He's such a decent and honest and delicious guy OF COURSE he would have a girlfriend! (although I keep going to spell it "girlfiend". I think my subconcious is trying to say how I REALLY feel about the whole thing!) I kick myself for doing it, for saying to him that I really like him because now the truth is just out there, hanging in limbo, as always happens to me when I decide to take a chance on telling someone how I feel and once again, it really SUCKS! People always say, "What have you got to loose?" to which my answer is, "My self-respect". Have I lost my self respect- well, no- and I was- I AM rather proud of the fact that I did have the courage to do it but I don't feel any better for it. Immediately after I asked him, I asked myself "what the hell have I done?" I'm not going to lie, I so very badly wanted it to go in the other direction- for him to be single and be interested in me back, and had this ex- girlfriend not shown back up, I really think it would have.

I always say that I have no luck, but that is not true. I am a very fortunate person in a lot of ways, but where I have no luck is with the opposite sex and that stings. *sigh* I'll nurse back from this. I always do. I comfort myself with the fact that he really is a decent fellow and at least had the respect for me to be honest with me. That doesn't happen very often.

No, it has nothing to do with the boy... It has to do with the fact that on Thursday night, I FINALLY, actually got to go and see Depeche Mode in concert! I can't begin to describe to you what it was like and how much it meant to me other than to say that I have wanted to see them perform since I was 12 years old! And now I have and it was just so amazing! My uncle took me to see them, and he was joking when he called them a "rock band" which, after the concert, he later retracted because, my god, they certainly can!

Moving next week. Next to nothing done. Off to possible do more packing, or perhaps something else!

Me and my Depeche Mode shirt say "ciao!"

Swear to God, if Jeb Bush runs for president of this damn country and wins, I am moving to Canada!

The thought angers, terrifies, and sickens all at the same time. What a feat!

Lots of stuff I'm sure. School is winding down. Getting ready to move next door to my uncle's house. I can't believe I'm moving again. It's such a pain in the ass... but it's a gorgeous house and I'll be living there rent free so I absolutely cannot complain! Plus, said uncle is also taking me to the Depeche Mode concert in Toronto next month and as I have been a Depeche Mode fan since I was 12 years old, I am so totally excited! Lovelife is still abysmal but until I decide to actually make room for one, I don't really have any right to complain. It's my own damn fault. That's about it for now. Everyone take care. Don't forget about the prodigal daughter. I'm still out here in the big, bad world, even if I'm not posting.

Asides from missing an (E:peeps) Ladies' Night YET AGAIN! It's my own fault for not being as present on E- Strip as I ought. Anyway, I vowed when I was in highschool that I would not regret anything that I have done. And for the most part, I have succeeded. But there is one real regret that I do have and I'm hoping that this time, I can rectify it. Twice, I had a chance, a real chance at something that I suspect would have been very special with a very special person, and twice, it got royally fucked up. Frankly, neither time was actually my fault, nor was it his, it was circumstance- damn that circumstance!- and I'm hoping, PRAYING that I get a third chance to see where this thing could go. Step one- find mystery boy- as he seemingly disappeared off the face of the earth- Check. Mystery Boy found. Step two- make contact- check. Now, that proverbial ball is his court and I'm so hoping he bounces it back to my side. The funny thing is, I keep running into people that we both knew from that same era. It seems the signs, of which I am a BIG believer in, are pointing to the right direction. But we'll see. Keep your fingers crossed, E-Peeps. I sincerely hope that with him, I get chance #3, and if I do, I hope I can keep it from getting Royally Phucked- AGAIN!