debt consolidation

I am really interested in consolidating all my debt. I think it's the only way I'm actually going to be able to get my feet on the ground and start 'new'. I want to be able to live my life without debt killing me.

There are….ALOT of companies out there. Anyone know of any that are any good?

Season 6 of Smallville

Anyone feel…disappointed in the season 6 premire of Smallville other than myself?

Oh and for the record, I now officially hate Jimmy 'James' Olsen.

1.21 Jigawatts!

I don’t care what anyone else says. The Back to the Future Trilogy is by far the best Trilogy in all of history.

Starburst, Work, Birthdays, and England

You know what I love after a hard day of working? Coming home, putting on some illegally downloaded music, relaxing, and popping open happiness wrapped up in colorful little paper(ie:starburst) Let me tell you folks: Taste the rainbow ain't got nothing on these little pieces of wonderful goodness.

Shelly comes back from her NJ vacation tomorrow. Thank goodness. I haven't been feeling up to par lately and I'm really glad she'll be back to lend some supermanager support. And ofcourse she gave me saturday off so I could help her move. I hope it doesn't take too long, it's Mosaic night AND it happens to be my sister's birthday. Crap… I can't remember how old she is. Meh. I'm sure she'll remind me. Or maybe I'll find a super awesome happy maybe20something birthday. *and we're holding up the bypass. Ohh. Me and my dad havin' a top laugh. Whoa. And I'm sitting on the toolbox. Oh, and I'm so glad I'm not in school boss. So glad I'm not in school.*

Yup. I've been watching/listening to the JCB video on repeat. Not really sure why. It's kinda…hypnotizing. Add the wonderful effects of a starburst induced pleasure coma and the results are….wonderful.
Oh, I should mention(I've already told some of you this) I have decided another year should not pass by without me taking some sort of vacation out of the states. I used to travel alot, and I feel I've been stuck in Manassas WAY too long. So…next summer(date tba)I'm going to go to England. I'm officially saving up for it. And I'm inviting EVERYONE I know. Yes, even you LJ people I don't really know and only talk to once every couple of months…you're invited too. if I have to go by myself I will, but I'm hoping some of my way awesome friends(yes, that would be you) will come with me. Ofcourse, someone will have to stay behind to watch Simon-I don't think I could sneak him onboard without security thinking he's some type of newaged living bomb. *I'll protect you from the horrible anal probes Simon!*

Sigh. I need a massage. I wish House was on every night of the week. How many nights can you eat spaghetti before your body decides to revolt against you? I'm luke I'm five and my dad's Bruce Lee. He drives me around in his JCB…
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and with that, the starburst are gone.

God, I am getting very frustrated…

Disclaimer before the actual post: I am not bitter. I am not angry. I don't hate God. I'm not angry with Him. I'm just…ranting right now.

So heres the story. After the whole Ashley fiasco, I really felt strongly that I was supposed to stop looking for someone to date. Contrary to popular belief, I am not constantly seriously looking, but there were/are a few websites that I would visit regularly just to see what was out there. I felt pretty strongly that if God wanted me to have someone in my life, he would bring the right person in His timing.

So I stopped visiting the sites. A wee bit later(I'm not sure how long, because I didn't keep track) I got a message from one of those sites saying that a girl wanted to meet me. That hardly ever happens, and when it does, it always turns out badly. My first instint was to ignore it, which I did for a couple days, until curiousity got the best of me and I went in and saw that not only had the girl been interested in meeting me, but had left me her email. So I emailed her.

She responded, and soon after we started talking on the phone(she rarely got online to begin with) We had alot in common and seemed to really get along well(at least over the phone) so after about a month went by, she asked if I wanted to come down and visit her. I was unsure(wanting to take things slow, as did she) but agreed and last Sunday I drove 2 hours to visit her church and spend some time with her.

It went great. The church reminded me of my grandparents, and I got to meet her family and friends and pastor. I even came out of my shell and talked to people(moreso than I'm used to)

Everyone loved me. I know this, because not only did they tell me, but she told me as well. Alas, it was not to be. I got a phone call from her yesterday saying that even though I'm a great catch, was a big hit, and have alot to bring to a relationship, she felt like she was not ready to 'take the plung' and start dating. We won't be seeing each other again, and we probably won't remain friends(she never gets online, doesn't have long distance on her phone, and lives 2 hours away) Sigh.

This is the part thats annoying/frustrating me. Recently in my dating 'life' I seem to be getting involved with women who aren't ready for a relationship. This time I thought would be different, because she contacted me. But it was the same. Which is really freaking me out inside. Classically speaking, isn't it the guy's 'job' to not want to be in a committed relationship? Aren't the women supposed to be huddling together in sleep overs complaining that their crush doesn't want to go steady? I feel like such the girl now. All thats missing is the pint of Ben and Jerry. And perhaps the wonders of V3.

People have to do whats right for them. I understand that. And I'm glad she told me she couldn't handle a relationship before we actually got into one. But what was the point of even contacting me? What exactly is this teaching me? How to talk to random people I don't know and will never meet again? Patience? How to not get my hopes up? How to gaurd my heart so closely that when the right one finally does come along she'll have to own a sledgehammer to get through the hardheartedness? Yes yes, I'm sure I'm being overdramatic now.

So ok God. I don't know what I'm doing. Or where I'm going. I know where I want to go, and what I want do to, and where I believe you want me to go and what you want me to do, but I have no idea how to get there. Feel free to step in any time and take over. Really. I wouldn't mind some cool vision right about now, or an awesomely scarey angel visiting me telling me to follow the bright star. I know you don't owe me anything, but if you feel like it, I'd love to know what you have planned for me, and how you plan on getting me there. Just let me know about the angel, ok? I wouldn't want 'him' to show up and me to have not saved 'him' a slice of pizza.

*sigh*

It's the waiting thats the most annoying part.

Bored with life…

my tummy feels nice and warm

What follows will be randomness from me:

**Note to all you (almost) alcoholics out there: If you want to drink more aftershock in one sitting, mix it with Sprite, or some other clear looking pop beverage. *sigh* Tis good stuff, I tell you.

**For the next 2 weeks I'm the acting store manager of the FCS in Gaithersburg, MD.

**Clicking a link off of Questionable Content, I discovered XKCD. And now I'm addicted. A webcomic of romance,
sarcasm, math, and language. Could it get any better? I think not.

**My mom's birthday is tomorrow. I have no idea what to get her.

**My sister and Eric (officially) broke up today.

**For some reason right now I feel….sad. But I do not know why.

**I also feel lightheaded, but thats due to the Aftershock.

**The season 3 premire of House is next Tuesday evening at 8pm. I'm thinking of throwing a party.

**I just discovered that with enough free time and even with impaired motor skills, I can still stand on my hands/head in my underwear. Ofcourse, that confused Simon, who tried to attack my nose. I don't think I'll be doing that again any time soon.

**mad props to anyone who is reading this after midnight. Cause um…ok, well I wrote this at 10pm, but I don't work tomorrow, so chances are I'm still up and bored and if you're reading this after midnight then the flying monkeys might just have time to land in the stadium and attack the red spiders. *shudder* Stay away from the snorkling puppets, Wonderman!