Feeling a little restless this evening. Need to break out some crafting supplies and have at it. Or at least bust out my brand new journal and scrawl details of the past couple of weeks. Or paint my bathroom. Nah, I'll just sit here for a bit and then catch some TV.

Yesterday was pretty monotonous at work (that's actually a GREAT thing considering how Monday went. No principal. No assistant principal. That's right folks, the counselors are next in command! A fight at lunch. A suicide threat. A DHS referral. A catfight on the bus. A handcuffed student. Yes indeedy, a calm Tuesday was a blessing). It picked up quite a bit in the afternoon. I ran over to my voting location and was pleasantly surprised the line was only four deep. I was in and out in minutes. Headed home to change for "Bootcamp."

That's right, I worked out. For the first time in years. My mom and I used to go to the Y a few years ago and we took a class that a lady named Denise led. Lots of cardio and step and random torture devices like weights and bands and poles and balls. We went for months but eventually stopped going. Anyways, I finally gave into my stepdad and agreed to go to the Bootcamp his office provides for its employees and their families. He had said the instructor was named Denise but I thought it was absolutely impossible for her to be THE Denise. I was wrong. And I'm in some kind of pain today. My legs, my arms, my back, my neck, my "core" (apparently that fitness-ese for abs) are all screaming at me. But I was proud of myself for finally going and, for the most part, keeping up with the group. I was red-faced and stinky by the time it was over, but I did it!

Then I had to haul ass home and get ready for a date. Now, I wasn't so into this (second) date so I didn't shower or anything, just smeared on another layer of deodorant and caked on some more makeup. Threw my hair into my standard headband-pouffy-ponytail combo and headed back out. I tried the whole subtle hints thing all night long. He had offered to pick me up but I said I'd meet him at the restaurant. I had also told him I needed to be home by 9:00. I had previously told him that we could postpone this meeting until after he returned from a business trip. We wrapped up dinner pretty quickly and it was still fairly early so we headed to the movies. In separate vehicles. Yes, he offered to drive again. I declined, telling him it made more sense because we'd be right off the highway and he could just hop on and head back home. In the theater I kept my hands clasped in my lap. The only time he got any "action" was when I shielded my eyes from the gore and he was able to grab the hand nearest him and hold onto it for a few minutes. Afterwards I kept the goodbye as quick as possible but he was still able to sneak in a hug and a peck. I thought I was free and clear when he remembered that he had to take a picture of me for his friends. Apparently he has been telling them about me. And apparently my "subtle hints" tactics aren't working. He's really a pretty neat guy who sounds perfect on paper but there's just nothing there. And I feel bad but I can't help it. What to say to him? I'm apparently going to have to use some words. Because he plans on calling me often while he's on his business trip.