little things.

Not so bad this time. Only a month and a half later. I won the singles 9-ball qualifiers tonight. Funny thing. I wasn't sure if I wanted it. 9-ball just isn't my thing.

I've been biting my cuticles a lot lately. I don't know what's been getting to me. Maybe it's the birth control I'm on. I don't know really. But I know that biting my cuticles (an effing gross habit) is a sign that I'm anxious and so I've been asking myself what could be causing this anxiety. I'm not too sure really.

I think my job is getting to me a bit. I have to get used to it. There's sooo much to learn. And so many people (customers and coworkers) to deal with. It's kind of overwhelming sometimes. I have to adjust to my schedule too. It's been sorta crazy.

I really want to move out. I've been thinking about that a LOT. I find myself perusing craigslist postings almost daily now. Not that I can afford it yet. It'll likely be a few months from now. I just gotta finish paying off my credit cards. Won't be long. Good thing I don't have lots of debt. That would suck.

I'm kind of in this relationship now too. It's been nice. Simpler than what I'm used to - what with my crazy history 'n all. Just taking things one day at a time. Tryin' to anyway.

I stayed at his place the other night. I'm a pretty light sleeper sometimes. I wonder if he knew that I felt it every time he kissed my forehead while we slept. There were a bunch of times when I didn't open my eyes. I've missed those kinds of sweet little things that a relationship brings into your life.

I'll be heading off to Cupertino, CA for my training and certification in a couple weeks. I can't wait. Then I come back for about a week and then Jenny and I are off to wreck havoc on the Las Vegas pool scene. We're going to have such a fucking blast. I hope she can borrow that video camera she was talking about. That would be amazing. Document the insanity that will be us.

I should probably attempt to go to bed now. Meh.

Current obsessions: popurls.com, future apartment hunting, grenadine+alcohol, belly farts, all of Ray LaMontagne, and Amy Winehouse's new album.