I'm sorry, blogger. I've ignored you terribly. My accomplishments of the week have been: being trained for carving stations, since I'll be carving a ham at lunch on thanksgiving; writing another story; reading 1984 and The Three Muskateers (as well as buying a handful of other classics...some less well known); getting back to church to help out with youth-group stuff; putting a stapler back together (I almost fixed it with nothing but my fingers and a small piece of string and a pair of scissors used as tweezers, but I discovered that none of these were capable of the final feat, and had to come home and use pliars); I got to play Halo 2 at Charles', after I went with him to buy himself a new tv; I saw Rocky Horror Picture Show for the first time, by following an invitation home from Ian's new girlfriend when I picked him up from school this afternoon (he came too, of course) (we also had really good pasta dish with argentinian parmesan); and I bought burnable cds, so I can finally make space on my computer (I've been having trouble with pictures, for crying out loud!), and I've come to a fairly obvious but necessary realization: my priorities have been (and are) wrong. I am working on this last point, and I have put reading higher on my list (i.e. high enough that it actually happens). I need to put "paying full and utter attention to my girlfriend" in only one slot (meaning erase it from a few places that it currently fills) (not because it's a bad thing but because I spend more time doing it than I should...I even do it when she's not there sometimes, which is very problematic for me trying to fit things into my schedule). Charles was bugging me today. He was bugging me about my job hunt and my relationship, reminding me that "everything needs to be about 'me' and not 'us'". I often think that he fails to understand that I fully know and understand the difference, just have it balanced differently than he does. After all, he's the one coming out of a bad relationship and working on being an individual again. He probably sees me as foolishly codependent, and I see him as cynically independent, and neither of us is being very good at making the other see the perspective from his own point of view. [sighs and shrugs] c'est la vie. I need to work. talk to you laters, blogger.