So I joined eHarmony (finally got accepted to the site more like it lol). It's pretty pretty cool so far, I haven't had a huge flood of people like I did on
match.com, but figuring since eHarmony is supposed to be a really good site and really reliable I suppose it's better to get only a few people compared to just hundreds thrust upon you.
I've met one guy so far that seems like a possibility. We communicate very well together, he seems highly intelligent, and is Jewish, which has always been a religion I'm pretty fascinated in. I'm not about to jump the gun yet though. I don't know if I'm physically attracted to him yet, his pictures haven't done too much for me, but I'll be able to meet him in about 4 months when I go back to school, since he lives near me there. Right now it's just long emails and eventually phone calls. If he has an annoying voice like my ex did I'll just end it there. Can't do the nasally gamer voice. Can not.
It's been weird though. I want to find love, but I really haven't been looking like I used to. I mean, I'll sigh and pout every now and then, but it's not all consuming like it used to be. I'm more focused on work, and writing, definitely writing. I absolutely must finish my novel this summer. No excuses. If I do...I dunno, I'll do something special for myself, like a reward. Dunno what, but I will do it. I just gotta. I've never been much for finishing anything in my life, a trait my mother said I inherited from my grandfather. Thanks lol
Anywho, so about two days ago at work I was coming in. To get to our punch in clock we have to go through the deli's mop room, which is always cluttered. So I'm going in and I end up tripping on all these mops and brooms and shit and scrape my hand on the wall. I don't think it's a big deal until I look down at it and see it's REALLY bleeding. I take it over to a sink, run it beneath some hot water and it's not ONLY a scrape, whatever it was took a CHUNK out of my palm.
It hurt, it looks nasty, it was probably all germy from the mop room. It's doing better now though. Everyone was laughing at my clumsiness and how retarded I was for tripping on shit, and then complaining because I scraped my palm, until I actually showed it to them. That kind of shut the managers up. Thank goodness. I know I'm not the brightest woman in the world, but I'm not retarded either.
Anywho, time to get out of bed and get something productive done today! Shower, breakfast, writing! =)