Quietly passing the time.

It's too meta for me to blog now about the boy. I never should have told him I had a blog! I don't have much else to write about on here besides my dating life - which was so much easier with J since he didn't care about the internet.

I could tell you that I've been trying really hard not to argue politics with my Republican parents, but how completely common is that? Or that I'm super excited to have my brother/sister-in-law/nephew visiting for Xmas and am already trying to plot out presents and decorations, but it's hard to present yourself as a wild, free spirit when you're secretly making plans for your next gingerbread creation (Alhambra or Eiffel Tower?) and whether the tree needs a color theme. I think this contributes to the fact that I've felt inept talking small talk for years. I'd much rather dish out huge statements/questions like "How the F do I know if this guy is right for me?" or "What's a career and how do you know you care about it?" or I've got nothing. I mean, small talk with friends ends up being unnecessary, and small talk with strangers I find pointless on a few levels (which isn't saying that I don't enjoy the occasional party and forced socializing on some level anyways). So I'm either simply becoming quieter or I'm spending too much time in my head. I can't tell.

In terms of projects, I recently put together a home carbonation system. It was simple and fun, and has provided hours of entertainment and shaking, and gallons of fizzy water which I have recently become addicted to imbibing. First beer...now fizzy water...what other strange adult things am I going to start liking next? Scotch?

(The boy is great, by the way. He makes me laugh in completely unexpected ways. It's delightful.)