Like Glue

Since everything is going pretty well still, all I really have to share this week is that I made a Toblerone cheesecake that was total WIN last weekend, and also -semi-related- my new big insane thing is mummy-ing my torso with clingwrap to encourage water loss. I'm pretty sweaty as is, so I feel like it's working. Then again, I doubt my expensively-educated mind would allow me to think "Hey, this isn't working, but let's keep doing it."

Ex-Roomie was a Doubting Debbie when I told her about my Nice Guy. I think her exact words were "no more community college guys. no more ex-military. no more guys you meet at the bar." She suggested that I go out with her new crowd and try to snag me a guy in law school or one of the young professionals that frequent the bars that she goes to now.
It's pretty obvious why a gal would want to get with one of them, but it's not so obvious why a go-getter like that would want to spend time with a girl who is essentially squandering her diploma changing diapers all day and destroying her brain with caffeine pills because she's too lazy to learn how to make coffee. Other than my incredible rack, that is. [And YES I'm aware that I'm a smart, funny, sexy, independent woman. WhatEVER]
She made me a little worried that I'm never going to get a real commitment from Nice Guy since he's not some hotshot up-and-comer, but... I don't know. I never would have picked him for myself but he's honestly growing on me and I would be seriously sad if this ended sooner rather than later [or...whatever].

The Dance Group show is in less than 2 weeks and we still haven't learned our whole piece. We've learned more difficult dances in less time, but I'm just not so pleased that it's turned into me basically forcing JB and Roomie into tights again. I think I just can't fathom how you can spend so much of your life dancing and then suddenly drop it and not care or miss it. Though I suppose having a boyfriend who takes up EVERY SINGLE SECOND helps out quite a bit.

Sorry for the capslock. I've been doing more facebook chatting than writing lately. Mostly because I have more things to chat about than to write about. That is to say that my problems can be solved with 5 minutes of sass from Gorgeous or Prof Science and don't require me bitching to strangers. Neat.
I'm trying to post once a week just so that I don't get out of the habit and have ZERO followers if I ever have an important life event again. If it helps, I'm also keeping up with you guys and commenting when I can.

Before I go I have a question- If a little douchebag threw a truck at my finger over 2 weeks ago and I still have a purple bump that hurts pretty good when it gets touched, should I get it checked out? I'm paying what seems like an exorbitant amount for health insurance; I should go to the doctor regardless. Ditto the dentist. Ugh.