I hope to hear something back from somebody--- anybody--- this week in regards to getting another job. I am just too ready for something else. Coming in here makes me feel like I am wasting away, not being challenged and frankly taken advantage of, as well. Anyways, I will look into what time Aerotek closes and try to make it out there, or, if I can, take a day off and go.

Weekend was fun. Friday after work, Carmin and I went to Golden West for dinner. I got the quesadillas which, as anticipated, were fantastic. Sour cream would have been a welcome addition, but really, they are some awesome quesadillas. We got rosemary garlic fries to start, and then a piece of chocolate-mocha cake for dessert. Also, because the kitchen was so notoriously slow, the waiter gave us three hot out of the oven chocolate chip and walnut cookies, which we brought home. Nick came down and we went to The Wind-up (Carmin says if she hears the words, "Wind-up" once more she is going to kill me. I can't help that we go there an awful lot.) for the Grand Opening. I really wish I had dressed up, for myriad reasons--- Nick was in full regalia, looking stunning as always, and he insists that I look good all the time, but still, especially considering that Mr. Farley and Melanie came in--- of course, now that it's written up in the City Paper, they have to get in on it. Neither of us spoke to the other, and were in close proximity, and it made me feel awkward and sad after the fact that neither of us said beans. I don't know what is worse, acting like we are buddy-buddy, or pretending like we don't know eachother. Well, it actually kind of bothered me into the next day, and I got on MySpace Saturday morning and planned on sending a message saying that, when I saw a bulletin that he had posted titled "Faggy dudes trying to look cool," and in the body field, "Knock it off with the fucking hats already." Now, that was just mean-spirited and out of line, and made me feel like shit, because here I am feeling bad that I didn't atleast be a big person to say hello, and here is Nick who is a wonderful and super-cool person who doesn't deserve shit talked about him, and that for Rob to say something like that is just to shit on what we were suppose to still hold dear of our past. So I sent a message saying that I felt bad we hadn't spoken, then I saw his bulletin--- not cool. He wrote back, in the most condescending way possible that he could see how I could choose to interpret his comment as being about Nick, however, it was merely a comment on fashions he hates in general and a continued reaction to statements regarding such things that he has made in the past. He of course made it sound like I am self-absorbed for thinking that he meant it about Nick and that he has better things to do (not likely). I responded, a rather good response, I think, basically what I said before, that there are tons of things I see that disgust me, beyond fashion, and that I would expect more out of him than that, but it still makes me feel shitty, and I know it was a deliberate dig. While I have no doubt he feels like that in general, there's no way he didn't say it knowing it would apply here. He seems to forget that he wore that damn jeepcap I got him to death for several years. Anyways, it's just so fucking stupid, and for one to call the other petty, it's all just a fucking waste. I am sorry for devoting fucking blogspace to such trivialities and for even wasting breath about it.

Other than that, Friday night was fun. We slept in very late Saturday and eventually made it out of the house to got to Fell's to look at records and I finally got to take Nick to Slainte for fish and chips, which he really enjoyed. I'm so glad, since I had been talking it up as the best fish and chips in the city. We went to his parents' for a little bit after that, where he got some more of his records and we played them at me and Carmin's and had an impromptu dance party in the diningroom. Carmin hung out with us and it was a lot of fun. Talked Project Runway and Adult Swim. Then Nick and I went to--- guess where--- The Wind-up, met Rob, Angel, Laurie, and Joe. Had a really good time, and somehow, we were there before anybodyelse, and were the last ones to leave, again. Don't know how, with all of the drinks we had, the bill came to $22, but that is one of the reasons we like it there. Stopped at Subway on the way back. Watched a little television before he left to go to The Ravens' game with his dad yesterday, and Carmin and I went to Common Ground for coffee and bagels. She and Allen were going to Darla's for dinner and I went to Outback with Dad and Mary. Went to bed at 9. Had a wonderful night's sleep. Must do fucking laundry today though, the situation is desperate. Later this week, Nick's parents are going away, so I will have to help him with the dogs and I guess stay there for a couple of days, which is cool.

Thinking about espresso martinis at Club Charles this evening, even though it is only 9:20 in the morning!!