....that was kind of lame

Whoa. Remember xanga? I want to write a xanga today. Damn, this is cracking me up.

Summer's going alright. One of my co-workers stalked this girl who used to work with us and found her xanga, and I skimmed through some of it to discover how completely in love she was with this stupid job. I feel pretty guilty about the whole thing, because she was "let go" or she "quit" or something--I'm really not quite sure what happened--and I seriously count down the days until I can leave. Well, it's counting on a good day. Otherwise I'm angrily texting Tim about how I'm going to quit the damn place and move to Austin. I'm not quite sure where I would live or what I would do, but that seems to be the general plan. Foolish, I know. Foolish, foolish, foolish.

I guess I should be looking at this job in a different light. I mean, today wasn't too bad. I had to stay 30 minutes late, but for some reason the oldest of our owner's ten children stayed and chatted with me while I waited for the straggler tables to clear out of the restaurant. He's a nice person, 22 and rebellious. Well, as rebellious as home-schooled preacher's children can be, I suppose. We talked about partying and school and such, but something about the way I was acting really bothered me. I sort of stopped to listen to myself as all the words flowed out, and I wondered just what it was that any person could possibly find interesting in what I have to say. I was saying the word "like" too much, I think. Anyway, he is the designer of one of his family's magazines (they publish two--seriously these people are super-human.) I asked if they would ever publish me, mostly as a joke, and he seemed okay with the idea. Funny, because I would have nothing at all to write about in a magazine for people who homeschool their children. It's still a nice thought.

Last night was a gem among all the boring Katy nights that I've been experiencing--Tim drove me downtown and we ate at Sambuca. It was delicious and elegant, however way too expensive. I felt guilty, as usual, but still tried to enjoy myself (and succeeded!) Later we walked by a giant chess set, and after Tim taught me the rules we played a game. (Match?? I'm still a little shaky on all of this terminology.) So get this: Tim was out-witted by me and I won my very first game of chess. We drove home and I wanted to play again, but I wasn't so lucky the second time. The whole night was really amazing, and I think it was something we both needed after our less than perfect weekends. Work, family, and even friends can really get you down sometimes. It's funny, because ideally those are the things that are supposed to make you the happiest.

Well for me lately it's been boyfriend and KLDE jingles that made me the happiest, but unfortunately yesterday KLDE announced that they have a new name: K-hits. I guess this couldn't be a better time for me to move back to Austin. Seriously, out of all the radio stations in Houston, I grew attached to the jingle on that station. They must have caught on that something in life was amusing me and making my day. I'm serious about this jingle, it was even what I listed on facebook as one of my interests. Woe is me. What else could go wrong?

Well this wasn't really what I had intended to write. I wanted something shorter and sweeter. Oh well. I have made an update nonetheless. Woo!