My Greek god

Okay, so we've spoken a couple of times (my Greek god and I). Unfortunately, I've had to bail out on him twice on the first date we were suppose to have (work/family things). But I can't begin to tell you how much I enjoy talking to this kid, so far. Of course, as most men do, he is putting his best foot forward right not. But I am enjoying that foot. Last time we spoke, he said to me, "You are even better than I imagined you would be." Cupid might as well had been across the room sending darts into my heart. Wow, what a great thing to say. I melted.
It's kind of interesting that I feel that, lately, most of the boys I've been with or have thought about being with give me a lot of backhanded compliments or just make me feel unsure of myself. Not in this case. It has been a nice change. Even if this goes nowhere, it's been nice to feel this way again. I'm excited to finally go out with him. It's too bad that we have such hard schedules to mesh :( Hopefully it will be worth it when we finally do :)

Decisions, decisions, decisions...

Sorry it's been a while since I posted. It sometimes gets discouraging when not a lot of people comment on my blog. It's always good to get feedback. Although I know many of you say you read it but just don't comment. It's okay, but it still gets a bit discouraging :( But don't worry, I am not going to let that stop me because I LOVE to write. And I write here for myself and not just for others :)

On to better things. I have been struggling lately with some decisions that I have to make. I am not quite there yet, but almost. I am not sure I'm looking forward to what the final result of my decision is turning out to be :( As soon as I make it, I will let you know.

Greek gods

I was at a Greek restaurant with my sister today. And as soon as I met the waiter, I was attracted. I thought he was kind, funny, and cute (okay, more like a god according to my response to his pheromones). But I did not give it much thought. And when he left, I told my sister that I thought he was cute. Well, later on he brings us our food and I was not feeling to well, so I just smiled a little. Well, as my sister and I were eating, she picked up the receipt and lo and behold, he had written his phone number on it and said "call me." We were dying with laughter, but in a good way. I was way impressed with his subtle boldness. What do you think I'm going to do? I know many of my friends who check out my blog are horrible at commenting. Well, this is your chance. I can now erase something from my before I die to do list ;)

On the phone with a guy

A guy I am talking to on the phone right now just said, "You know what I love about you, Laureen? Your flirtiness. It's sassy,fun, and makes me feel special at the same time. I could spend a long time in your company." Wow. Yes, I am definitely enjoying the phone call ;)

I took a trip to Japan

Two nights ago, I had a dream. In my dream, I went to Japan and stayed with my friend, Sachiko's mother. I remembered so much of the dream the first two minutes when I woke up. I forgot about it after that. Then yesterday morning, while at work, out of the blue the dream came rushing back to me and boy where the feelings I was experiencing amazing! You see, while I was in Japan, I met someone and fell totally and hopelessly in love with them. Not everything was perfect, eventhough I can't remember that aspect of my dream. There were problems, I don't know with what or with whom. I don't remember what my love looked like or what he was like, but I do remember being happy. Deliriously happy.

I looked up my dream online and this is what it says it means:
Love

To dream of love of being in love, suggests intense feelings carried over from a waking relationship. It implies happiness and contentment with what you have and where you are in life. On the other hand, you may not be getting enough love in your daily life. We naturally long for the sense to belong and to be accepted.


Japan
If you have never lived in Japan, to dream of it symbolizes an extremist attitude towards the subject matter of the dream. This comes from the Japanese ritual suicide, hara-kiri. A tradition of being expected to fall on your sword to atone for shame and dishonor.

Well...I'm hoping it's the former and not the latter. If any of you have any other meanings for this dream, let me know :)

Med School

I know it's been forever since I wrote a post. Once again, I need to repent. And so one of my New Year's resolution is to write more post. I often debate with myself on what exactly to post. I feel like so many things have been happening but...I don't know. Okay, here goes some things that's been happening in my inner sanctum.

I need to start apply for medical schools. But I found out that some of the classes I took have "expire." How exactly does that happen?! Thus, I have to retake some pre-med classes I took forever ago. I am NOT a happy camper. Perhaps this will be a good refresher course for the MCAT. At least my sister is doing it with me.

Friendshipping on Facebook

Facebook is a great way of communicating your feelings. For instance, let's say, this is hypothetically speaking of course, that I asked someone to be my friend on facebook and they never reply. Well, then they have told me without ever having to look at me in the eye, "I don't really want to be your friend or get to know you better." It's great! The only problem is that I still feel saddened and embarrassed :( I feel like this branch; alone, lifeless, and colorless. Ouch.