I live! and other miscellany

Woo, I return! So, the past three weeks, Kim was here, and then I was at Kim's, and in short, I wasn't online like, at all. I know, I know, you missed me terribly, all you imaginary people who read this stupid thing.

Anyway, yeah, well, nothing much has been going on anyway, so it's not like I've failed to report anything noteworthy. My mother's in China, and I'm chillin' at Dad's, like I have been for most of the summer, so, nothing new. I went to a ballroom dance at IPFW on Saturday with John, and it was pretty frickin' sweet. Except, of course, for the fact that I wore my new shoes, forgot to bring Band-Aids, and ended up with a grand total of seven more or less huge blisters on my feet. I was limping all of yesterday. But it was fun nonetheless. AND (drumroll please) a guy asked for my number. Of course, it couldn't be some hot college student (honestly, I didn't really see any of those there, though there were college kids around); no, it was this guy, I'm pretty sure his name is Scott, but I could be completely wrong, as I'm completely awful with names. But anyway, I've seen him at the studio I've been going to with Mom, and we've danced before, and he seems like a nice enough guy, if a little on the geeky/socially awkward side. But the thing is, I was (and still am, honestly) under the impression that he was significantly older than me, like, late twenties at least, possibly thirty or so. So, I'm not really sure how this rates on the creepy scale. I mean, I hardly know the guy (I can't even for sure remember his name!), so I don't wanna pass judgment or anything, but, well, eh. I dunno. I told him I didn't have a cell phone and gave him my email instead, so, we'll see. He hasn't emailed me yet, which I take as a good sign; hopefully that means he's not creepily obsessed or something. *sigh* Where's my prince charming, dammit?!

Anyway, in completely unrelated news, my dad is being weird this evening and it's getting on my nerves. Adults should not be allowed to act like children. Just...no. But I made a reasonably non-disgusting vegetable stir-fry this evening, and for a first attempt, I consider that a success. Michael actually said he liked it a lot, which amazed me, being that it was composed entirely of vegetables and tofu. I love being pleasantly surprised. It was kind of funny though, when I went to the store; going through the checkout line, I had a sudden image of what the lady checking me out was thinking of me. Here I was in sandals and a tie-dye t-shirt, my hair in braids, checking out with a bunch of fresh (some organic) produce and package of tofu, explaining to my little brother the difference between two brands of veggie burgers. Total hippie, you could see it on her face. But she seemed to not mind and was quite friendly, which is not always guaranteed around here. I enjoyed myself, anyway, and my dinner was, if not the most delectable thing I've tried, at least passable. My skills shall improve, I am certain, with practice.