Sorry for being such a missing person.... Not that you were missing me...

First of all, sorry for being the most sketch person ever and not posting. I'm the worst. Trust me, I'm very aware of that. A lot of it has to do with the fact that I've been forced to work in my boss's office all day long almost every day of the week. "Morgan, you could totally take your computer to work with you and write about the wacky things your boss does/says!!" Well, dear reader, maybe I could if I had a laptop with working wireless. That's right. I live a charmed life and I feel the need to publicly complain about the most minute thing ever: no wireless. That's why I am looking to alternative methods for making money. Since my job doesn't pay me in real money, you know...

AND another obstacle in my blogging path- I had toe surgery. Yep, I'm claiming that my toe preventing me from typing. Obviously. I didn't get time off from work, so by the time I got to come back to my apartment, I just crashed. And by crashed I mean I spent a lot of time on my couch watching movies and Deadliest Warrior and Man vs. Wild. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy watching Bear Grylls in nature, but I am no questions asked a Geoff Desmoulin girl. If I could pick only one show to watch for the rest of my life, it'd be Deadliest Warrior. I can listen to him talk his Biomedical Engineering lingo and look at his built body every day... AND he totally replied me on twitter. NOT. EVEN. KIDDING. I'd date rape him so fast, it's unreal.

Something of more substance: I saw C yesterday. My little brother desperately wanted to have his birthday party at a certain location where C happens to have a second job. And of course he, as in my little brother, begged me to come. And my sweet little brother is my weakness, so I went. I crossed my fingers that C wouldn't be working. Let me clarify: solely for the purpose of me not being put in a weird position. In all honesty, I knew I'd be a huge wuss about it and probably get all weird and emotional and I just didn't want that to happen. Sooooo of course my luck isn't great, and Chason ran up to me telling me he saw C right as C texted me saying he saw Chason. Literally, here's our conversation (paraphrased- don't quote me. I always delete our conversations after they happened.):

C- "Just saw Chason. Lol."
M- "Yeah, we're here for his birthday."
C- "Oh cool. I don't want things to be awkward."
M- "It's cool, I had to go anyway."
C- "Later."
M- "Thanks for giving Chason those extra tokens. He was really excited."
C- "No prob. He's a cool kid."

Seems like a totally normal conversation, right?? It wasn't. I will not be friends if this is what friends are. I refuse to go from having conversations of substance to this. People change, that's all it boils down to. And by that I really mean that people that were once good people decide that partying, drugs, and generally the lack of anything of substance are priorities. I deleted the conversation, so I wouldn't be tempted to make myself look weird, stupid, embarrassing in any way. Which is pretty hopeless anyway. Actually, I do feel WAY better about myself after that anonymous comment about his new girl being a troll doll that has a low IQ. Anyway. I'm going to go ahead and put this out there- yesterday was a good day to see C. Like I saw a friend, and she was like, "Whoa, you look good." And I was like, "Good, because I saw C." Ohhh, this is my life. I mean, I saw him. I assume he saw me. Maybe he didn't. Totally doesn't matter. Mainly because of that anonymous comment.... Love you, Anonym.

And sorry for that...

Annddddd more embarrassing things about myself: I like cops. Sky and I had a talk about this on our way to the drive ins with a bucket of chicken (this was our Saturday night...). I have a list of... well, professions... I'd like to make out with. Is that weird? My last post hinted at how hot I think teachers are. You know, attractive teachers. But here's my complete list: teacher, cop, firefighter, soldier, emt/paramedic. A good title for this list is Professions I think are hot... So there's that...

I'm not going to elaborate on this, because it's weirder than I'm comfortable with, but I'm really bad at texting. Like bad to the point where on Saturday night two of my best friends forcefully took my phone from me to text a guy. This is partially because they love me and think that I might need some male interaction in my life. Not even anything bad, just some form of interaction. Thank guys.

Mk, I'm pretty much out of topics. I'm going to work tomorrow, so I'm sure I'm going to have lots of comments about that. Also, please email me (skyvanblog@gmail.com) if you want to read my personal blog. I post more there. Go ahead and email me if you think you can help me with texting dilemmas. I'm definitely currently having one. Which will inevitably turn into an embarrassing story to post here. Ahh, the cycle...

Yours awkwardly,
Morgan