Well, I guess you’ll just have to go and wake him up now, won’t you?

So I’ve been running pretty raggèd, what with the moving, particularly last week. Wednesday, all my books made it in a single trip of 18 boxes. That was not my idea of a good time, believe you me. The kitchen stuff came next, and then my clothes and DVDs and then my futon mattress. There’s still a lot of stuff, but most of it I’m packing, but waiting to move it on Thursday when I get help moving it. The bed and mattress will by far be the most annoying of these things.

I should load up the car and drive over there with a little bit of stuff each day until Thursday, but I was bad today. I went roller skating and hung out with Farrah instead. I think I’ve done pretty damn well with regard to avoiding the friend zone, but some independent research/verification would be super useful to me. I don’t think I’m going to crash and burn, but I may go down swinging. For me, that’s actually an improvement over my normal striking out looking. Note to self: get verification on appropriate levels of boldness/aggressiveness. I think my allowable levels of boldness may be somewhat muted due to the fact that I actually know and have interacted with her on-the-way-out boyfriend. And yes, I’m pretty confident he’s legitimately on the way out and this isn’t merely wishful thinking.

In news that’s far more interesting to others, I’ve put in for another water plant operator position. This one isn’t in Dallas, however. It’s at McMurdo Station in Antarctica. While I’m doing what I can to not get my hopes up, the idea of working in Antarctica is just so freaking cool that I can’t help but get a little bit excited. I’m right in the sweet spot with regard to required experience and I think that being isolated for months at a time on a submarine would be a significant advantage to my being hired, given the location. It’s only a temporary position, either for 6 months or for a full year, so I would be coming back to the States eventually. But hey, if I like it, it might be something I’d try to do on a regular basis.

Finally, check out this game if you think you can resist the cute: http://armorgames.com/play/5379/sushi-cat

Wil Wheaton says, “Don’t be a dick.”

Alas, the First of May has come and gone and little has changed. Been doing a bit less of roller skating, but that’s mostly due to training days and Interskate re-surfacing. I move starting next week and I’ve done a whole lot of nothing so far. I hate moving so bad. Really.

This past week was brutal, but not necessarily bad. Thursday and Friday gave me training during my sleep time, and that kicked my ass pretty good, but not as bad as Saturday. Saturday day had me at Scarborough Faire with Ruth, and then Saturday night had me at Stacy and Tony’s über awesome tiki party. Much goodness was had by all, thanks to great conversation and an abundance of rum and fruity drinks. Oh, and a 5 Hour Energy so I was actually able to function. Ended up chatting it up with old acquaintances and new ones until 4 in the freaking morning before crashing. Woke up a few hours later, drove home, and then went back to bed until time for work. Note: 99 Bananas is pretty freaking evil stuff.

I got a bit impatient and annoyed at being in an unknown position, but fortunately, I’ve verified that contrary to my earlier assumptions, I’ve not been shuffled off to the Friend Zone with Farrah. I spent a long-ass IM conversation tonight with her over a myriad of subjects, including some fun stuff that made her spit drink out her nose. I know I shouldn’t be making any sort of moves until she dumps the current BF, but on the other hand, if I’m to be a confidant/conspirator, as seems what I’m rapidly becoming, it’s only fair that I fly my flag and fess up to the fact that my motives might not be entirely pure and that any advice should be taken with a grain of salt. I am kind of paranoid that the advice I’ve been giving might be me being a manipulative fuckhole instead of being genuinely good advice. I should probably get permission from her to show the conversation to a third party she trusts so I can make sure that this isn’t the case. Then again, would that act itself be douchey and manipulative of me by having one of our mutual friends in essence go to bat for me? I think it’d be fine so long as I expressed my concerns about that up front.