What doesn't kill you...

Hopefully will make me stronger.

I've been going out with "New Guy" (hereby known as B) for almost a month now. I'm sorry for being that girl who counts the days and weeks, but they seem to go on forever when we're separated and instantly when we're out and about together. I can't not count them.

But in the month we've already had our ups and downs, most of them we just take in stride, except this last one that worries me the most. It's not what most people have to deal with, or so I hope.

I know I caught ringworm, I think it was from my little cousin. I had the "I have a rash." talk with B and he seemed to take it pretty well. He's a little worried about his hair (you can lose round patches or rings of hair where there's infection) and a little paranoid, but who can blame him. What worries me the most is what happens if he does catch it? I have no idea how he would react, but I have prayed (and I'm not very religious) everyday since I found out what it was, that he would take it like everything else and just deal with it. But I don't have anything concrete to base this on, besides his laid back personality. And the unknown reaction scares the crap out of me. I know that if this was too big for him, and he left, I would be wholly broken.

New Old Music

Have you ever gotten nostalgic about songs you used to love? I used to live on Gorillaz, Incubus, No Doubt, and such. But it's been forever since I listened to them (8-ish years for some). "New Guy" (I haven't decided on a nickname or initial for him yet, also see previous post) listens to the kind of music I used to listen to and I seem to have wandered my way into hip-hop and top 40, over the years. So I decided to pick up my old stuff, especially since Gorillaz has a new album. It's like I've discovered a new favorite band... again. Just when I was getting bored with my new music, I go back to the old stuff, only to find it's still awesome.

So, I've been slack...

I know I haven't posted anything for quite some time. Every time I think to post, I think of all the things I need to post and it seems overwhelming, so I don't do it.

I'll try to keep this short.

Sophie died, cause forever unknown. We got Chowder shortly after, he's a pure-bred, unpapered, black, gray, and white shih-tzu. We got him when he was about 4 months old. I got dumped/left. F or J (I forgot what we were calling him again) texted me to let him know he was going to Texas the following week and that after 2 years he didn't feel enough for me to come back. I got back into school, and I'm still surprised. I start the Administrative Specialist program at the local community college, in the fall. I met a great guy who is smart, funny, nice, geeky, and he's very cute (huge bonus!). And to top if off, he likes me back. I'm still waiting to find the catch. Because with the exception of both of us being pretty shy, and my tendency to over think absolutely everything, it feels too easy, which is a very weird feeling if you've never experienced it before. And as I'm typing this, I wonder if this is the "effortless" everybody talks about. See what I mean about over thinking?

So that brings you pretty much up to date, and it wasn't even as hard as I thought it would be.