3 days in a nutshell...

1. Novocaine sucks. Please pray that the next 12 teeth are better!

2. Patterson and I exchanged messages on Friday which then went in to exchanging phone numbers which then went in to a 4 hour conversation on Friday night. Almost like picking up where we left off. It was so nice and I've realized that I really did miss him. Even on a platonic level, he is still someone who I value beyond belief. There is a reason we are friends and I am so glad that we're getting to know each other again. I sent him a package today with items from our past including letters never sent and his old sweatshirt which I stole, oh about 4 years ago. It will be interested to see where things go. We talked yesterday evening like it was a normal thing, telling each other stupid stories. I am really glad that he's back. I did threaten him not to screw up again. I am worried about that. It seems though he has learned a lot in the past 3 years. We shall see. Please pray that my heart be guarded properly. Pray that I don't fall again and that the right things happen when and if they are or are not supposed to. Pray that I do not give away my heart again. Pray for common sense and knowledge of right and wrong.

3. I think I was hit on Saturday. I use think because I get really awkward around guys that I do find attractive and who may in return find me attractive. So we're working at the BLC and this hitting on him. He and I are holvery good looking, smart guy is working in the coat room. Most of the members are shamelesslyding wonderful conversations about the BLC, myself and himself. At one point he noticed my claddagh ring. He started asking about if this was the ring that if you wear it certain ways it means certain things like whether you're single or not.

The way that a claddagh ring is worn on the hand is usually intended to convey some indication of the wearer's romantic availability. It is generally true that if the ring is on the right hand with the heart facing towards the hand, indicates that the person wearing the ring is in a serious relationship (his/her heart is closed). A ring worn on the right hand, with the heart outward, away from the hand, the person wearing the ring is not in any serious relationship (the heart is open). A claddagh worn on the left hand with the heart toward the hand indicates that the wearer's heart is truly spoken for. The other orientation (heart outward) indicates being engaged.

Well, we all know I am not engaged and that I am not taken, so yes, I'm hopelessly single. So he's looking at the ring and finally says, so are you single? And I snap, yeah, I am. Do we really need to talk about the fact that I am single, that I am all alone, no one wants Suzi. Seriously. And he backed off. Now, I am aware that this was dumb. I had nothing against him, I just wasn't even thinking that he would be interested. So, Whoops. No wonder I am still single.


4. Manda and I spent the rest of Saturday shopping and enjoying ourselves. We had a wonderful time at Good Vibes visiting a girl from work. We then headed to the GAP so I could buy my red bag and/or my red inspi(red) shirt and/or the green amazing jacket. NONE of them were in the store or in my size, which was sad. We then headed to Payless, then Urban renewal (my new favorite store!) and then to Kenmore to meet up with friends for a "raise the dough" benefit for Rosie's Place. We then walked from Kenmore to Central, where I sang Annie music, and John hit me with his garbage bag of t-shirts. I think that was a little unfair, I do have a nice voice. In Central and Porter Marian and I peered through the windows looking for the coveted (red) products. No such luck. All very sad.

5. Sunday, I was a scum and didn't go to the fair I was supposed to go to. I know, I suck, lets move on. Marian and I set up a cleaning schedule for ourselves.
at 10:30 we had to do our individual rooms
at 11:30 we had to clean our stuff out of the livingroom/dining room so I could clean that, and Marian cleaned the bathroom
at about 12:30 we both attacked the kitchen.
It was all quite productive. In the end we had a clean house and a wonderful dinner. YAY.

Now i am at work. BLAH. BU has graciously given us about 20 volunteers that I know if the staff organized itself, we could use. However, the staff is not organizing itself and now we look bad. WAY TO GO.