Somebody Buy Me Some Mittens

First and foremost, I'd like everyone to give a warm welcome to a new A Bit Unaware reader- my lovely Favorite Cousin. I was trying to update her on my goings-on when she told me "You should start a blog!" ...What could I do but send her the link and tell her to prepare for the TMI of her life. Favorite Cousin, if you're reading this, just let me repeat: Don't say I didn't warn you.

Life In General:
I'm just starting to get in the Christmas Spirit. I still have to get something for Dad and figure out if I need to get something for a few people, but I'm getting all pumped up for the family kerfuffle that accompanies major holidays. Plus: presents! I'm not so happy that it's fucking freezing out, but considering that I've spent my entire life in this general region of the globe, I can't say that I'm surprised that Winter Is Cold.

Dance:
I've been such a bum about getting my ass to my dance classes lately. The jazz class I can excuse myself from because it's such a joke [seriously, the teacher makes stupid technical mistakes that I'd be yelled at for doing back in Beginner Jazz WHEN I WAS ELEVEN], but I honestly love the ballet class. I'm a lazy person at heart, and it's difficult for me to get my butt into tights when I know I have an hour of a private lesson [there are a few nice ladies who pop in every once in a while, but it's usually just me] after a rough day at work. I pay for my lessons myself, so I know I'm just throwing money away when I don't go...I don't really have an excuse.
This past weekend was the Dance Group show back on Campus. It was really tough to watch the girls that I've been dancing with for 3 years put on a show with the new girls who I don't know at all. Despite the previous paragraph, I really do miss having a real dance schedule. I think I miss training and developing with a group of peers, which is why it's hard for me to show up to a non-workshop class alone.

Menfolk:
Friday night I went out to a Scottish restaurant [of all places] with last-week-Thursday guy. I drove out to his place for the date and slept over. Since it was my special lady week, I wasn't planning on getting down to any major business, but then he stuck a finger in my butt. Next thing I knew, my legs were around my ears and he was lubing up. I don't know how many other people can say they cracked up [PUN INTENDED!] during their first experience with anal sex, but I was laughing the whole time. 4/5 stars, would recommend to a friend, I had a great time with it. He might have been a bit thrown off because he kept on asking "Is this okay? Does this feel good?" and I'd have to pull it together to tell him that it felt just dandy and that he should carry on with gusto.
We triple-spooned all night with his big fat dog and repeated our late-night fun the next morning. The sad-trombone flourish didn't happen until he walked me to my car and told me he was going home [5 hours away] until after New Year's. I know that's really not so long in the grand scheme of things, but goddamn, you all know how "Out of sight, Out of mind" I am!
Not to mention that JB's been shitting her pants about how me and last-week-Saturday hooked up again last week Saturday. "You're both such awesome people, you'd be an awesome couple to double date with, you'd be sooo cute together!" I heard through her through her boyfriend who is, like, his bff that this guy isn't the type to just go home with girls, but I'm not holding my breath; I tend to bring out the wild-oats-sower in guys becuase I prefer effing to playing Boggle [DR KEN]. I texted him on Sunday and we had a doofy little conversation, and I know I'm going to see him this coming weekend at JB's bf's Xmas party. At very least I'll get my grope on, at very best I'll get the scoop on his relationship potential AND get my grope on.

Work:
There has been a lot of stress on the job lately. A few complaints were filed but the center director won't tell us the exact nature of the complaints nor who they were about. She has a history of firing people out of nowhere, so everyone is on edge. All I can do is show up on time [which not everyone does], try and keep my paperwork timely [ditto], and get in the habit of not yelling at the kids when they're being little shits [which everybody does when nobody from the admin staff is around]. I feel like I'm doing a decent job, considering nobody ever told me how to handle half of the shit the kids do every day, but it's so frustrating when I have to deal with a center admin getting in the way of the daily routine. If I've learned nothing else it's that kids need a routine. A few things were cleared up at the staff meeting this afternoon, but who knows.

I'm on a library computer so I don't have any of my files, but I should have a generous handful of reviews next time around. Yayy.
See yous guys around. Be good so I don't have to.