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I'm going to stop writing about boys.

I finished High Fidelity yesterday. Pretty, pretty, good.

Keeley comes in 3 days!

I got my economic stimulus check today! 600 buckaroo's.

Work tonight, tomorrow and Wednesday, then I'm off until Monday.

Well, well, well.

So, I basically double booked myself last night. When the dreamy boy didn't call, I told The Married Guy's Brother-in-Law that we could meet up. Not even 2 minutes later, the dreamy boy called.

So, I went and met up with TMGBIL and his friends at The Green Top. He's nice enough, but there were some definite deal breakers. You just can't trust anyone who doesn't think Jurassic Park is a great movie. We then (just TMGBIL and I) went next door to Ouzo's so we could have a more private conversation (his idea, not mine [the dreamy boy still hadn't called back to meet up]). Finally after trying to feign interest for another 45 minutes or so (and having to dodge a kiss when we hug good-bye) the dreamy boy calls and rescues me.

We went and had beers and per usual, all of a sudden its past one and he asks if I want to come over and drink a few beers. He invited me over. He invited me over. At one a.m.

And then nothing. It's like, two people can be just friends. Who does that?

Either way, I'm still probably going to shamelessly flirt. And I might call TMGBIL. So only as long as he doesn't try to get me to ride the bull at Monaco Bay. Not kidding.

Slamma lamma ding dong

I was in a pretty big pickle at the beginning of the night. At the end of the night, after he invited me back, when I asked him if it was a waste of time when I shamelessly flirted with him, and he said yes, I got it.

I get it.

So stop looking at me like that, please.

Anyway, I'll tell you the whole story tomorrow. Its a really good one.

Because, why wouldn't it be?

Fuckers.

This weeks Post Secret made me drop tears, because my father doesn't love my mother anymore.

That dreamy boy humors me with text messages, but still rarely gives me the time of day.

I keep dreaming about Brian and still keep pushing it aside. I told him I dreamt about him a lot tonight and then told him about my parents. I think I want to marry him. As long as that dreamy boy doesn't come around. Brian said I should touch that dreamy boys private parts.

Helen, I know I haven't called you back, but I listen to your voice mail every 2 days and it makes me so happy just to hear that greeting.

That married boy that I work with that wants me to be his girlfriend is trying to set me up with his brother-in-law. Is that weird? The brother-in-law and I have a lunch date on Wednesday. He's kinda cute. Sorta. In like, a really tall, preppy, blonde sorta way.

I still really like that dreamy boy. We talked about unicorns yesterday.

Your tax dollars

bought me a double Jameson and ginger ale last night. Thanks guys!

But really, some guy bought Kristi, Cate and I a round last night with his army money.

I don't know if it does this for you fellow bloggers (ew) but, I really like that next to the "labels for this post" part, scooters is the first example. Awesome.

I just sent the following text message:

"What are your plans tonight? Any chance I can dazzle you with my wit and charm over a puzzle and some beer?"

Really, if that line doesn't work, I quit.

I am in such a great mood. This blog is dedicated to Helen Cooper. 'Cause I luv that gurl.

I'm reading High Fidelity right now. It's the college man's Catcher in the Rye. I swear to god.

YEAH!

I know this is a really important time to hang out with my mom and be the nicest I can be, but it's really hard when she constantly annoys the hell out of me.

There's some shit goin' down.

I've decided to take a week off from boozin' and tobacco and caffeine. Starting this morning. Wish me luck.

In other news, there something goin down in my house right now.

Moab the beagle terrier.

I had the day off yesterday. It consisted of:
-Sleeping until noon. (Totally awesome, although I've been doing that more and more lately)
-Going to a couple classes for work. (A beer session included, so I got sorta tipsy for free)
-And then that dreamy boy called me and invited me over for beers. (Also totally awesome. We did a 750 piece puzzle and walked his dog). Then it was midnight.

And then I came home and went to bed.

I have such a huge crush on that dreamy boy. He'll be wooed soon enough.

Man.

I've been having really elaborate dreams lately. I had one last night where I was in a modern day Jewish concentration camp, and I escaped very much like I was in Shawshank Redemption. It was pretty wild.

I feel like I have more news, but its probably not something I want on the internet.

Cullen: I wish you would've answered your phone.

Ellen: You and Doug and Helen and Poyer should all drive up and come visit when Keeley does.

Doug and Helen and Poyer: Convince Ellen to do this. Plus, thanks for that text message and group phone call tonight.

Breakfast tomorrow with my life coach and then im playing in a softball game for the first time in 6 years.

I still have a crush on that dreamy boy and he winked at me at work tonight.

Summmmmmmmer time.

Yesterday was a pretty good day, as far as days go. I watched my baby sister graduate highschool. I went to the official beer garden opener at Bell's. Saw the band Steppin' in it. Fucking rocked. The garden at Bell's is now in my top places to be with the likes of the patio at Yia Yia's and the 'patio' at O'Rourkes. I wish you all could see it. Not a place for Helen Cooper though, they only serve beer (but really really great beer).

Back to work today. The married guy wants me to go to the strip club with him and his buddies tomorrow.

I cannot escape the drama.

I don't want to get on a soap box here, but...

I've got some things I want to talk about.

Has anyone ever heard that lame ass saying that goes something like "Love like you've never lost, something about singing like no ones listening, dance like no ones watching" and some other bull shit?

Heres my beef. Fuck that.

How about: Love like, you've been hurt before, and it totally sucks and its going to happen again, because we're humans and we fuck up. And don't sing if you suck. And if you are, at least drink a lot, so you have something to blame it on. And probably something else, just as cynical. Im just really tired of this mamby pamby bull shit.

I've become jaded on people being in love forever, because it won't happen. Humans aren't meant to mate for life, and I think ive finally come to terms with it.

I wish I had something positive to report on in Michigan, but its just made me realize more things.

I'm still moving to Baltimore.