Warning: if you currently read my LJ, this is cross-posted.

I gave blood this afternoon. I really enjoyed it, as I always do, but this time was extra special. Why, you may ask? Because the phlebotomist working with me and another donor was totally hilarious and jovial, and we all talked and joked the whole time. I've never laughed so hard in a blood donation center before. It was truly grand, and those are the small treasures that I remember in my life.

I started hearing "Walking in Memphis" today on the radio and wondered when Kristen and Steve would be arriving there. Man, I really wish I were on that road trip. Well, if I go to Peace Corps in a couple years, which I am seriously considering doing, I'll have plenty of adventure at that point.

I also began reading "The Sun Also Rises" today, and so far I'm quite impressed. I thought I had read this novel previously, but I'm failing to recall any of what I've read thus far so perhaps it was another work of Hemingway's. Nevertheless, I really appreciate his writing style in this story.

I've had to come to terms with the fact that a guy I liked (just a little, no big deal) decided he's "not ready to be romantically involved with anyone." Apparently he thought he was, and then the more thinking he did the more aware he became of a need to "get his shit together" first. Okay, whatever. Like I said, I really didn't have much invested emotionally, and nothing physically, so there you have it. What I did learn about myself is that I enjoy the chase. I suppose that may be a stereotypically male characteristic. After thinking about why I even remotely disappointed by this situation, I realized it was because he was hard to get. I didn't win. I really should get over myself.