Luckily, Blogger did _not_ lose my entire blog, despite what I may have thought when I saw "Error" while trying to publish it, and then looked at my site only to have it come up as a completely blank page. Tried republishing, and it came back good as new, including the new post. Yay!

Went to see The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy last night. When Andy asked me if I wanted to go ice skating and see THGTTG and go iceskating, I thought we'd be going to The Woodlands to watch the movie, and then to the Aerodrome for ice skating (or in the other order, whatever). So, I'm pulling over to exit off the freeway when Dustin tells me, "What're you doing? We're going to the Galleria." Bloody flaming shit. Nobody told me we were going to the Galleria. You'd think -- our trips to Houston being as relatively infrequent as they are -- that someone would have mentioned The Galleria beforehand. At least they told me where we were going to be eating before I got there (not that they gave me a voice in choosing the location, but whatever, I like Greek food alright, I guess). As soon as I discovered we were going to Houston, I started calling people. Called Jesse, Carol, Blake, Betsy, Vy, Pam, Ian, Heather, and Jared (and maybe some others, I'm not sure). Turns out Vy doesn't have that number anymore (DAMMIT!), Ian was out of town, and most of the rest of the people didn't answer so I had to leave voicemail. But I got ahold of Jared, Heather, and Jason, and we met up at the theater for a good time watching tongue-in-cheek sci-fi. Actually, Jared didn't answer his phone the first time around, either, but he returned my voicemail faster than anyone else (which is to say, he called me back fifteen minutes or so later, while I haven't heard from anyone else yet). A good time was had by all, I think, except Dustin and April, since April hadn't read the book and had to have some of the jokes explained to her (the two aren't necessarily related, since Jared hasn't read the book either, but got most of them). And, Dustin and April got into a fight. It happens, lamentably, far too often for my taste. Oh well. I enjoyed myself, and that's what counts, dammit! Good seeing you guys.

Yesterday was a full day. I woke up on time and made it to work on time (which never happens on Tuesdays or Thursdays). I went to my first class and took a quiz, sat through the rest of the class trying to learn to spin my pen around my thumb, and then went to lunch at the Potato Shack, where I ate another potato the size of a toddler (garden chicken. yum.), and then proceeded to leave my phone in my mom's car and frantically try to find it, with no success. My next class was physics, and instead of lecturing and writing on the board like usual, my professor had a handout for us and we all huddled around a table where he sat and lectured because he'd messed up his knee. I, of course, took the opportunity to admire Shelly across the table for most of the class, and probably therefore got less out of the lecture than I should have. Then went and played in a chess tournament (came in second. W00t!), and then went home. When I got home, I discovered a graduation present (Hmm... Graduation was... a year ago, give or take?) waiting from me from Ashley, who was my girlfriend my sophomore year in high school, and now lives in Washington with her husband and two children. Apparently when she sent us a Christmas card my mom sent her back a letter and included my graduation announcement from last year. The funny thing is, she sent me a journal. The only other journal I've ever had is one she gave to me as a birthday present when I turned sixteen, and I'm only about a third done with it. I guess I need to get on that. (c: It made me smile, though.

It's a busy time of year... Finals are rolling around in less than a month, Frisbee sectionals are this weekend, everyone's going crazy figuring out what classes to sign up for... I get to school at 9:00 am and don't leave until 8:00 pm most days, and I'm busy for most of that time (except right now, because my 11:00 - 12:30 class was cancelled). So, I'm looking around at the hustle and bustle, thinking how sometimes the things that matter the most to us get left behind as we rush along. Sometimes we pick them up again later, because we haven't moved very far from where we left them. And sometimes they get left behind for good, even if we sometimes try to pick them up again.

I'm in that transitional period, I think, where I'm trying to establish myself here at Sam, while trying to hang onto my friends at UH (though I'm not trying very well, since I haven't spoken to anyone from UH since skipping out on Blake's party, which in retrospect I'm very embarrassed to have done, even if it wasn't intentional). It's weird being here... My first year at UH was different... I was fresh out of high school, and scared witless, so the fact that I didn't hang out with much of anyone who didn't live on my hallway in the dorms (and not too many who did) didn't really bother me. I mean, I made some friends, but it was a lot like high school, in that I chatted with them before and after class, and we occasionally had lunch together, but at the end of the day (or, more often, the end of the class period), we went our separate ways and that was it. The next three years at UH changed that dramatically. I still didn't have many friends my sophomore year, but we did things together constantly, at all hours of the day and night. The same was true my junior year, except that I had a lot of friends, and last year brought a slight decline in the number of people that I spent time with, but increased (I'd like to think) the quality of the time we spent together. So now I'm here at Sam, and it's back to my freshman year at UH, except that now I know the difference -- I know what I'm missing. But I'm the same person I was then... I made my friends at UH accidentally, because Carol invited me to a frisbee game on a Thursday night. Before I met people, I wasn't any more social than I am now. If anything, I was less. But there're no serendipitous frisbee games going on around Sam, and I don't have any friends who are involved in anything like that to invite me into those circles... And it's getting a bit lonely, going to school, going to work, and going home day after day. I need something less mundane, something to break the monotony. And I don't know what. But, like every year, I'll be thrilled when summer's here again and I have a lot more free time. And, like every year, after I've re-read a couple dozen books and spent more hours sleeping than awake, I'll be thrilled when school starts again and I can stop being bored with all the free time. But in the here and now, I'm already bored. I haven't done enough out of the ordinary lately, I think. Maybe I'll be able to change that over the summer. Did I mention Andy's opening a paintball field? Party at my house! Ooh, party... That'd be fun. Or maybe just bar-hopping in Houston. Something.

I'm gonna stop rambling now. I'm only doing this because my class was cancelled, and I'm bored. Laters.

So apparently, unavailable women are my "type." Every girl I go after (minus Christina, way back when... geez, it's been a year and three months already...) is unavailable in some way. Whether she has a boyfriend already, or she lives in a different city and goes to a different school, or she's a total flake that I can never get ahold of, or she's just too damn busy to schedule any time with, she's unavailable. Unavailable women are twice as frustrating as uninterested women (and then there are the ones that are unavailable and uninterested, and I'm just a moron for falling for them... or, her, rather. Just one, no plural), because as long as she's actually interested, however faintly, I don't want to give up. If she weren't interested, I could just call it quits, which has happened. I'm not stubborn all the time. But no... Blah. On the bright side, I finally got to have lunch with Jennifer, which I'd been trying to do for what, a month? She fits in the "too damn busy" category, except for her it's more like "WAY too damn busy." Oh well. She should have a lot more time starting about two weeks from now. If it turns out she's not interested in me, I think I'm going to scream and bang my head against a wall. Girls are way too much effort. But they're so cute and cuddly. (c;