And what a semester it will be...

So it is 4:18am, and I'm trying to get the creative juices flowing in order to deliver a totally stellar entry, but it seems that the creative juice pipes get a little clogged this early in the morning. But we'll try...

So right now my only company is the first three seasons of The Office and the elevators that beep every once in a while to amuse themselves. Maybe I should try that...Anyway, you may be wondering where I am so late at night...early in the morning? Whatever, the point is, I'm at work. We are on Opening Schedule right now; in other words, this is not my permanent shift. I can tell you what my permanent shifts are however.

Monday: 12am - 3am
Tuesday: 4am - 8am
Thursday: 4am - 8am
Saturday: 4am - 8am

Pura vida. (definition: uhhh, rats.)

Uh, can you say score? Really? Because I sure can't. But I won't harp on it. Basically, if my parents don't drive down here and force me to do otherwise, I'll accept my fate and trust that God has something for me to do in the wee hours of the morning.

Oh, and for my birthday: pepper spray. Lots of it. Because it was creepy walking here tonight. I started singing "Shout to the Lord" to protect myself, like if God and I were talking, anyone who attacked me would get smacked around my formidable conversation partner.

So a friend of mine, we'll call him Kujo, shared with me over the summer that he is single and happy about it for the first time in his life. He said he was enjoying his time just growing in the Lord, and that he was officially joining me on the sparsely populated "Single and Not Hating It" train. I phrase it this way because if I were to meet someone I was interested in, I would absolutely be willing and wanting to date. But since that's not the case, at least not at the moment, I'm single, and I don't hate it. Kujo has never, in all the time I've known him, actually been ok with being single. And now is no different. He has found a girl, and he's abandoned the train. I say more power to him, mazel tov, go for the gold, and all that. But I find it amusing that people relish being "single" for months at a time. That's actually a feat for some people! Finding someone to date is the feat for me. Is that pathetic?

This past Wednesday at juggling, a guy stopped by who had never juggled with us before, probably because up until that point he had been struggling to escape an Abercrombie and Fitch catalogue somewhere. He had like 3% body fat, a perfect set of abs, beautiful brown hair, softly chiseled facial features...mm, bon appetit! Needless to say, I was the first one to introduce myself, after silently thanking God that I was wearing make-up, even if the rest of my appearance left a little to be desired. Unfortunately, my hopes were quickly dashed, as they often are when I meet a guy who shares my interests and who is particularly hot: while telling a story about walking a tight wire in Yosemite, he cursed. Turn off. After that, I just enjoyed the view.

But I realized something: it's going to be tough to find a guy. So I think I'll do my best not to search. Don't get me wrong, I'll keep my eyes peeled. I would hate to miss an opportunity. :) However, I won't push it. I have a feeling this guy, for instance, is pretty self-absorbed. When talking to him, it was like he was constantly answering the unanswered question: "How are you so hot?" First he talked about walking the wires in Yosemite. Then I started talking about the difference of weather between here and L.A. (where he's from), and he said he noticed a distinct difference between the day before when he went running at 9am and that morning when he ran at 6am. Then during a pause in conversation, he said, "I'm a diver," as if I had just asked why he is in perfect physical shape. And you know what's funny? Even if it was a little presumptuous, the truth is I was absolutely sitting there wondering how in the world he could be so hot, and he explained it for me. So maybe he is just telepathic. However, he was riding his bike shirtless, and consequently standing before me shirtless, and kind of glistening...yeah, I'd say he was baiting me. But you never met a fish more willing to take the bait.

After juggling, I went out to Zachery's with the jugglers. Hopefully I'll get to do that a lot, but since I work 4am - 8am Thursday mornings, I'll have to go straight to bed afterward. Man, my parents are going to freak out about that schedule...anyway, hanging out was very enjoyable. Ate a delicious piece of pizza and talked for maybe 2 hours. I was offered cigarettes and beer, but declined. Pizza and Diet Coke will always be my vices. :)

And now my second post comes to a close. I still have about three hours on the clock. I wonder if I'll be able to work exercise into my weird schedule this year. Or sleep, for that matter. Anyway, good night! Or rather, good morning! A resident just walked by...she's going jogging. Wow, go her.

"I am still convinced of this: I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait for the Lord; be strong, and take heart, and wait for the Lord." --Psalm 27:13-14

Jesucristo es PURA VIDA!

Love,
Lindsey