The PJ Conundrum

It's late, you've tucked yourself, and you have changed into comfortable pants. And suddenly, your phone rings. Your friend calls, the gang is gathering at a local bar for drinks and good times.

What to do?

This is the pajama conundrum. You are torn, between hanging out with the group or spending the evening comfortable in pj's. But that is not the only trouble of the pj conundrum.

If, like myself, you enjoy spending the afternoon in your pj's, this will inhibit you from attending class. As it has affected me on more than one occasion.

So I offer up this warning to any would-be pj middle of the day changers....DON"T DO IT. Don't change into pajamas if you are sure that you can easily stay in for the night. And this is my wise notion of the day.

So there's this guy...

The title of this blog is basically the quintessential start to any juicy female/female conversation, only in this case, it is me (female) and cyberspace (or anyone that chooses to read this).

I have a crush on a guy, and if this were romantic novel terms, he'd be called "dreamboat". Yep, he's a cutie. Thus begins my epic problem. I am shy as hell.

On the scale of shy, the top being bashful and the bottom being can't speak to an attractive male or start stuttering, I'm somewhere between the two. Probably closer to the bottom.

I cannot start a conversation with a guy that I think is cute without it being awkward and weird. If he starts the conversation, I can usually get into some kind of groove and keep conversation going for a little while without it being weird, but inevitably it does get weird and the conversation drops.

So, the whole point of this (which is not to complain, by the way) is to ask for any kind of advice. I'm basically sending a plea out into the ether and seeing what comes back. I want to get to know him better without asking the wrong questions or sharing too much random information (another thing I tend to do around guys I like). So if there is any advice that you the reader would like to share, by all means do so. I may or may not take said advice but you can pat yourself on the back for trying to do a good thing for someone else.

I'm going to go sleep now and try to forget that I'm sending my problems out into cyberspace, because I'm a little embarrassed. But my want to get over my shyness is greater than my pride..........he's that adorable.

About Me....'Cause You Know You Want to Know

Ok, so I realized today that I haven’t really shared much about myself on my blog. So why not share some stuff now. (in no order of importance)

I’m a love child that is an only child at my mom’s house but the oldest of four at my dad’s.
I adore cats and dogs, but if I ultimately had to pick one or the other…I’d pick dogs.
My favorite pizza toppings would be black olives, mushrooms, bacon, and sausage.
I disliked my name for years but finally started liking it when I got into college.
My favorite Journey song is “Lovin’, Touchin’, Squeezin.’”
I have a knack for saying inappropriate things at the inappropriate times.
My favorite color is blue.
My eyes are hazel and I’m naturally a dark brunette.
I like art without being pretentious.
I hate the state I’m from, it’s too damn cold.
My friends are the family I got to pick, but I still love my family (the ones I got stuck with).
I am petrified of snakes.
The way to my heart is dark chocolate covered strawberries.
Bob Dylan is my healing music.
My favorite novel is a tie between ‘Shutter Island’ by Dennis Lehane and ‘Alice in Wonderland’ by Lewis Carroll.
I cannot pick a top movie, and I probably couldn’t even narrow a top ten (that’s how much I watch movies).
If I could learn any language just for fun, I’d learn Russian.
A hot cup of tea can compliment any of my moods.
My favorite alcohol is Green Apple Smirnoff Ice (damn you Mere for introducing us).
My inner monologues have been known to last quite a while.
I have déjà vu frequently….twice so far this week.

Ok, so I think I’ve given you a glimpse into me and my head. Any questions….just ask. I just might give you an answer.