Things Change in the Morning Rain

It feels like fall. I think summer has officially said goodbye.

I have to admit that I found the pouring rain that we had yesterday very comforting. Or, maybe I just found the fact that I was able to stay inside and drink hot tea comforting. Either way, I was feeling something akin to bliss.

These past few weeks have been busy. I finally found an internship, and I think it's going to be a perfect match for me! The company is UPsidEo, and I am going to be creating their brand image. It is a new organization, and they currently have nothing in place as far a logo goes. I get to start with a completely blank slate! In addition to establishing its image, I'm also going to progress its social networking: create more of a presence on Twitter, Facebook, establish blogs for both UPsidEo and it's non-profit partner, Living Green Network. I think that the owners have so much to offer, and I'm glad to be working on such a socially/environmentally/globally conscious venture.

Last week I finally had a conversation with my father. I hadn't spoken to him in about two months. At least once a day I would think of him and want to throw up. I was so angry, hurt, and disappointed that I was starting to obsess over it. I didn't want to have anything to do with him, and after I heard about Isaac, I was ready to never speak to him again.

But, at the same time, I was worried about him. Talk about maddening. I decided to call on Tuesday. I came home from class, cleaned, changed my sheets, started laundry, dialed his number, hung up, started fixing dinner, did some more laundry, took a deep breath, and then dialed again. We talked for 45 minutes. I got to clear the air; I told him my frustrations and about how he hurt me. He apologized and said that he wanted to work to fix our currently nonexistent relationship.

I've heard this before, so I'm not too quick to believe him, but at least I feel more at peace. I don't have anger festering in me. I said what I needed to say, and now the ball's in his court.

It's unbelievable how much better I sleep now.

Oh, Johann

The great Johann Gutenberg (you know, the guy who invented the printing press) was a womanzier. Apparently, in his younger years, he threw great parties and drank booze constantly. He was quite the "boy about town" according to Garvin.

Stud.

Do the nice guys really finish last?

Tonight, I was reading the Le Love blog (which you should probably check out), and it had an interesting take on the "nice guy." You know, the guy who is always there for you. The post described the nice guy as someone who is basically a pansy. He's too afraid of rejection to go from giving you a shoulder to cry on to giving you kiss that makes you forget about what you were even crying about in the first place. He's worried that, in trying to sweep you off your feet, he's going to sweep you right out of his life since all you wanted was friendship.

I had a conversation with R a few months ago about why we girls tend to go for the bad boy when the good guy is waiting in the wings. I told him that the bad boy's draw was his air of mystery, the hint of danger, and the excitement of breaking the "rules."

His response: "Psh, I can be dangerous."

No. No, you can't. But, eventually, once a girl gets the bad boy out of her system, she'll need the good guy again, and then he'll have the chance to make his move.

I that I pretty much just rambled during this post and that it probably didn't make much sense. Sorry about that. Haha! Have a good week!