Holy hell...

I definitely was not into blogging this summer.  I had freedom for the first time in a few years and jumped at the chance to do anything and everything.  I went out on dates, went camping with my girlfriends, flew to Vegas for a friends wedding, drank too much, dyed my hair blonde/grey, didn't dance enough, floated down rivers and enjoyed the hell out of every minute.  It may have been one of the best summers yet.

Now fall is arriving, I'm starting the last two classes for my degree and I thought maybe I would write a bit.  I'm alone in my bed with pumpkin beer, which could be a bad combination, or the best. Things are going so so so well in my life.  These past few months have really shown me what incredible friends I have and how thankful I am for them. There's also a certain boy is making me smile.  I'm excited to see what's next.

This week is moving in week! Finally back to being in my own space again.  Although I still have yet to get a mattress so I may be sleeping on my friends couch for a little while longer. I did go test some out though and that was quite the experience.

This past week has been a whirlwind.  This past month has been, it's gone by fast. One of my good friends from Montana flew in the past week and I was able to spend a few hours on Thursday night and Friday with her.  It was a lot of fun catching up.  It's pretty amazing when you don't see someone for 7 years and then just hang out again like it was yesterday. 

 



The next few weeks/months are going to be extremely busy.  I just finished this last semester and now I'm taking a summer class in which my teacher explained that we need to devote 25-30 hours a week to.  Uh huh.  So between work and school I'll be a zombie. It's only for six weeks though and then VEGAS.

Where to begin. 

Friday I had my 'date' and I was extremely nervous all day. I psyche myself up and over-think everything. I met him once before but it was in a group setting so being alone would be different. He was cute but quiet.  I'm not used to seeing quiet guys.  I had to talk a lot, maybe more than usual, just to keep things going and I really don't enjoy talking about myself that much.  We had a beer and then headed over to see the Avengers which I enjoyed.  It was so long though that I had to fight to stay awake.  The movie ended at almost 1 in the morning and then came the part of first dates that I HATE...the end.  Do we hug? What if he tries to kiss me?  What if  I'm not feeling it? In the end I gave him a quick hug and headed out.  I don't want to lead him on into thinking I want something more with a kiss but when a guy pays for dinner I feel like I owe him something?  I'm weird. This is why I like to pay for myself on dates. So that was that. You'd think with all of the practice I have going on first dates I'd be a pro at this.

Saturday my friend and I went to the drive in to see Dark Shadows. Going to the drive in was something I did a lot in Montana. It made me miss home.  We didn't prepare very well so we ended up sitting in the car instead of under the stars but we had a lot of fun.  People watching at the drive in is most excellent.  The movie was okay.  I expected it to be more of a comedy and while it had its funny moments, it was not.  I still enjoyed it though and the soundtrack was really good.

Meanwhile, my friend texted me and let me in on a lead to an absolutely adorable guy whom I knew nothing of.  He is a tattoo artist and one of our mutual friends goes to him.  I messaged this mutual friend to see if he was single and it turns out, he is.  I ended him sending him a message myself asking him out for beers and he said yes.  Know I am having really really good butterflies. I don't want to get too ahead of myself but I'm hoping we can grab some beers soon and see what happens.

I can finally breathe a little.  My Algebra final is over and even though I bombed, I still passed the class with a high C, shit-balls.  I have my macroeconomics final left on Monday and while that one makes me want to pull my hair out, it's not as stress inducing as Algebra.

Bar hopping is happening a lot, maybe too much. This is what happens when you are couch surfing with a friend who lives right smack dab in the middle of hipster central and there are 30+ bars within walking distance. Apparently it's my goal to try all of them. I even have a date tomorrow night. AH. I've done my fair share of dating and going on a lot of first dates so this will either be very entertaining or good writing material. I'm not looking to get married next week so I'm going in with the intention of having fun and trying some new things.


Also, my friend from Montana is flying in next week and I could not be more excited. I haven't seen her since I was 17/18, so, 7 years?  Absolutely crazy.  We used to be the little rebels in Sunday school.  I can't wait to show her around this lovely city I call my home.  It's so fun when friends visit because you can play tourist with them and not look like a total toolbag. Lets just hope it stops raining.

A few days ago I packed everything up that I had left and closed the door to that apartment that has been my home for the past years.  It was weird, surreal.  Matt was there and actually helped my friend and I move a piece of furniture, almost killing himself in the process.  I didn't know what to say though and my friend could tell I was clearly flustered.  I'm ready to move on but some things still hold me back, like the over $500 he still owes me that I'll probably never see again.  I just need to let it go.

I'm now in a transition period where I've yet to move into my new place so I'm living out of suitcase in my friends living room, potentially staying with a few other friends in between.  My friends have been so amazing through this whole ordeal, I'm not quite sure what I'd do without them.  I've gone out more in the past three weeks than I have in the past three years.  It's fun, I'm getting a new sense of life and feeling refreshed and happy!

Emma's new mom is still keeping me updated.  It looks like her new home is going to work out.  She told me that they absolutely love her and they needed her just as much as she needed them.  (tears, tears and more tears)  I still look at pictures of her and cry but I'm so glad she's in a great home and not sitting in a shelter.

This semester is coming to an end, summer is around the corner which means a trip to Las Vegas with friends and I'm looking forward to ALL of it.

Emma seems to be doing well in her new home. Her new owner has been texting me quite a bit keeping me updated.  I guess they are all bonding with each other and Emma is being her usual lovable self.  It makes me feel good but man do I miss her.

I've been keeping myself busy. I have 3 days left in my apartment so I'm busy packing, finishing up homework  and having the occasional margarita (or two) with friends.  I've also been pulling things together for my new room, it's so exciting!  No more boy shit and scarface posters.

This is going to be good, I can feel it!  Things may or may not be quiet around here, I'm not sure.  I'm going to be couch surfing for about three weeks before moving into the new place but I might get wicked bored so we'll see.

I took Emma to (hopefully) her new home last night.  Waking up this morning without her snuggly butt in my face was quite weird. 

This family contacted me through a mutual friend because they had been thinking about getting a dog for sometime.  When they saw her picture they started considering it more seriously but when they learned I only had a week left to find her a good home, they wanted to meet her.

I packed up all of her belongings last night and her and I took the hour drive out of the city to the suburbs.  She was whining pretty much the whole way, she really doesn't do well in the car.  She would rest her head on the side of my seat and I would reach over and scratch her chin, something I would do quite often.

We got to the house and she was extremely excited. I let her run around the backyard a bit before bringing the family out.  Once she stretched her legs, they came out and she went running over in all of her wiggling butt glory.  She played and played for over an hour with the kids and then we went inside to let her sniff around.  I typed out a page about every little thing I could think of about her.  How she likes to sleep, how she loves jumping in the tub after you shower, all of the things I've come to love over the past year. We sat and chatted more about her little quirks. 

I shed more than a few tears and eventually said goodbye.  I came home to a quiet apartment, it's just weird without her there.  I really hope she blends into this family.  I know how much work she is and I think they are ready to take that on. They do have cats and Emma managed to chase one up a tree but maybe her and the cats will just stay away from each other.  I'm nervous that she'll be too much work and they'll be calling me in a week saying they can't take her.  I can't really take her back as much as I would love to.  Sigh.  I'm staying positive that it will work out though.

I love you little Emma.