Birds and Vodka

There are these birds that live outside my house. I'm not a bird expert, but I think they're mockingbirds. They have all sorts of songs they sing. Normally, I'd be down with the whole bird thing, but I can hear them now, set at extra loud. Don't those damn things ever sleep? Sometimes they imitate sirens, which is extra awesome. I also woke up one morning to them sounding like a telephone ringing. Nature is awesome, isn't it?

The new boy and I are supposed to go out tomorrow. The other boy (not the old one, the other one--I know it's getting confusing, but bear with me) texted AND called me today. I love that he freaks out as soon as I don't answer, yet he never feels the need to return my calls. I have to say I do get some satisfaction out of giving him a taste of his own medicine. And yet, I called him back and he didn't answer. And he still hasn't called back. Obviously it's not that important to him to talk to me since I called him an hour after he called, and now it's over 12 hours later, and I've heard nothing from him. So how seriously am I supposed to take him? I don't think of myself as the girl sitting by the phone waiting for some guy to call, but apparently he does. Whatever. I'll be interested to see how things go with the new boy tomorrow, if we actually end up hanging out. I keep thinking about how awesome Napa would be. I can't help it. The thought of having a date for something fun and cool and romantic is something I don't get to consider very often.

Moving on...

I finished my term paper tonight. It's supposed to be 15 pages, and I barely got to that number. Maybe not my best work, but at this point I don't care. I'm just glad to finish it and be done with my semester. Well, almost. I have one more paper to write, but it's just a one page thing. Nothing major, just a little pain in the ass thing. A technicality. I plan on having tomorrow be my last day on campus until August, which is quite the respite from academic bullshit. I also checked out my summer class, which appears to be full. I'm thinking it's a glitch in the system, since the class is never full. It's usually about half full.

So now that I'm pretty much done with the rigamarole of Spring 2010, it's a Tuesday night and I'm having strawberry-basil infused vodka. Listened to the neighbors have sex about an hour ago. They just got a puppy (violating their lease, by the way), and I can't help but wonder what the puppy is doing while they're going at it. Ah, young love. I'm also thinking about outdoing them when I get my hands on the new boy. It's pretty much at the point where I feel fairly comfortable with him, so the sky's the limit. Well, almost. Let's just say, the more comfortable I get, the more willing I am to take the initiative and use my creative flair to come up with new and exciting ways to improve my evenings. And, by association, the evenings of whoever I'm with. Which should be the new guy.

I haven't tried anything new and exciting in a while. Comfortable, yes, but new, no. There have been things with the old boy, but it's usually fairly conventional and perfunctory. I'm hoping to engage the new guy in all sorts of things that make us both happy and gives us a complete evening of entertainment, rather than ten or twenty minutes that I'm used to (if I'm lucky) with the old guy. Yes, I like the marathon. I like being sore for days after. I don't even mind having marks. As long as it was fun and memorable. I like trying new things. I think you know that. I'd like to make some use from my trapeze days, should the opportunity arise. Like I said, I appreciate the opportunity to put my creative talents to good use.

Anyway, I think the birds and the vodka are getting to me.