ummmm, yeah. anyways...

you know what feeling I really hate? Well, not so much a feeling as a situation. I hate it when you think someone may like you, but you don't really know for sure but either way you don't want them to and you're stuck in uncomfortableville. You wonder if you're just imagining it and tell yourself to stop being so self-involved and conceited to think that it has to be you. But then, you feel guilty. Do you really want to tell them it's never going to happen because you'll miss the ego boost? I'll just ignore it, maybe it'll go away.

I'm admiting that I have several crushes at the moment.

Some of them are people I never have and never will meet in person but they'r ejust gosh darn pretty to look at.

Some of them I see rather often.

One of them I don't see often enough.

I'm being cryptic on purpose because I'm not sure if my little brother still reads this and he knows some of these people. I was just musing to myself on how silly it seems to still have crushes on people. But then how not silly it seems at the same time. Crushes are good in a way. At least it reminds me I'm not so jaded and tired and mommmy-ish not to be interested. But then it reminds me I'm too jaded and tired and mommy-ish to be very sought after. It's a vicious circle.

I also need a new book to read. I just finshed "The Mageborn Traitor" by Melanie Rawn. The thing I hate about series of books is waiting for the next one to come out. I always get bored and morose when I finish a book. I'm open to suggestions for new ones.....

deep breath in...

phew. It's been a very busy weekend.

Friday was my friend's bridal shower, which as a bridesmais I was helping to host. Yesterday we had out auditions for Nutcracker and toay was the recital for my student in the recreation program. Too bad I'm just getting started.

The bridal shower was fun, albeit boring just like any other bridal shower. They're going to Jamacia for their honeymoon so we had a luau themed shower so at least it was a little less boring that usual. The food was excellent at least. And the decorations were awesome *wink*

Saturday was a verrrrrry long day. I was at work form 8:45am to almost 7pm. Anyone who has ever been around a ballet studio will know that Nutcracker parts are practically the basis for what becomes the studio hierarchy for the eyar. Who gets to be Clara being one of those all-important questions. This year we're also having a lot of competition over who gets to be Fritz as well. Fortunately none of us teachers are picking those parts. The choreographer will pick those in August when we start rehearsals. It's like life and death to some of the girls. I'm not sure I like being responsible for all this....

My little recital went really well. The kids did a great job, even if a lot of them just spaced out and stood there looking cute and lost. My boss told me I did a great job so I'm happy. I was pretty proud of my students. I got two beautiful bouquets from some students so, all in all, I'm satisfied.

This week we start all of our technical rehearsals so I'll have to put my grown-up, in charge face on. But in two weeks it will all be over and I'll have two weeks off to play and rest and finally put together the furniture that I got for my birthday...it's been sitting in my room waiting to be put together for almost a month.

mmmmmm, Greek.....

I saw Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants tonight. It was good for what it was. The acting was all very good, even if the story was sometimes a little chick-flick-y for my taste.

But I did very much enjoy the yummy Greek boy one of the characters hooks up with. Yummmmmmmy. I've decided I would like a yummy Greek boy for myself. Anyone offering?

I definately have a thing for guys who have a bit of Mediterranian or Latin blood in them. Yumm. They always seem to have such a passion for living that I just love. Maybe I hope it'll rub off on me. Go figure the baby's dad is as English as they get. That must have been why I knew it would never work between us.

mmmmmmm.....I'm off to dream myself up some yumminess.