Turn, turn, turn

Boy-oh-boy do I have some stuff to catch you up on, diary. So much has happened and I’ve sucked at updating so you’re not clued in on much of any of it. Rather than try to type up everything that has gone on in the past month, I’ll sum it all up in a list. Well, I’ll try to.

Before this evening, it had been three weeks since Dreamboat and I had hung out. Three weeks! Life just hasn’t been working in our favor. My parents were in town one weekend, then I went to Florida, then he was out of town… it’s just been an insanely busy time for both of us. It’s been unfortunate. The timing between meet-ups (compounded by the fact that we’re still in ‘take things slowly’ mode) has caused me to start losing interest. Well, let me rephrase that: I’m not losing interest, I’m just impatient and feel that I want more attention than a few hours every 1-3 weeks.
Andrew (Bipolar) and I have been hanging out a TON. Like, a TON. Like, pretty much any time that we can (probably three or four times per week). This, I think, has also been affecting my thoughts and feelings toward Dreamboat. Things with Andrew have been totally platonic up until very recently (shit got real two nights ago. More on that shortly).
My part time job has been… good! I’m working like a mad person (2-3 shifts per week at the restaurant on top of my full time job), but it’s been worth it.
My full time job has been… great! I’ve applied to another position within another department in the company. On Friday I was also told by my manager that she was interviewing for another position within the company. She followed that up by asking me if I’d be interested in taking over her position (wooo… promotion!) if she gets her new job.
I leave for Bonnaroo on Wednesday! Dave is going now, for sure. I’m not sure if I’d mentioned it in previous posts, but he had been considering not going because he’d been ‘lonely’ and was worried that he’d get in my face (ie he’d start flirting and try to get in my pants) if he went. Perhaps he is/was worried that I’d oblige and we’d end up in a weird predicament? Unfortunately (or fortunately?) for him, never in a million years do I see that happening. I’m just not interested in him anymore. I have other fish to fry.

Alright, you’re now somewhat more caught up. I’ll write more tomorrow. Tomorrow I’ll tell you all about what’s going on with Andrew. 🙂