Well, I've made some teeeny tiny edits on the first three chapters and fixed the word "party" in the seventh chapter. Helps to go back and at least skim what you've got. I'm still working on chapter eight...I've started it three times now. I think I like the beginning of this last one the best.

Thanks for the points so far Dave! You're my hero.

The Step You Take After You Realize You're *Not* Such A Moron...

*this is a continuation of the saga that is Becki and the boy at work who flirts with her*

So, I dared to move. It's nothing major, but the flirting and no talking is driving me NUTS. So today we had our breaks at the same time. I didn't know, so I was walking past the break room with the lockers and saw him sitting there. We smiled (me rather sheepishly because I was chickening out). We waved. I walked on to drop my lunch at one of the frigidares and talk to a friend. I had about 5 more minutes left, so I dared to *gulp* go back.

>HE WAS STILL SITTING THERE.<

I was gonna chicken out again, but my gut was saying *YOU MORON!!! IF YOU DON'T TALK TO HIM, YOU'RE GONNA HATE YOURSELF FOR IT!!!* So I walked over (he was alone in the break room...alone...this was bold for me) and sat down next to him. We talked for the good 5 minutes. He asked me if I was going to college (*note: ask him although you know he want's to be a baseball coach and a special ed. teacher). I told him no, but I had gone to seminary instead. We talked about our religious affilliation for a minute. He asked me how old I am (I completely thought I was older than him...I officially have no idea how old anyone is anymore now.), 23 to his 25. I swear I thought he was maybe 21. We talked about the game for a minute...he doesn't like the Lakers. Then I had to go back to work.

>THAT'S NOT IT...maybe<

So, we get off work at the same time. He scuttered out before I did...although when he went to leave, he went to my side of the parking lot (THAT'S IT! I win stalker status...I swear). When I finally made it to the door, he was coming in. I have NO idea what he was doing going that way, but I know his car wasn't that way, and I didn't see him follow anyone out. I don't know if he went to find me, but when he came back in, he had the *biggest* grin on his face .ever. when he saw me. I just wanted to go up and kiss him. I did. I'll admit it. I wanted to sooooo bad. God, I hate rejection. Also, he's too tall for me to just do that. That's why I just wished him a good night. I didn't find any notes plastered to my car. No one was out in the parking lot when I went out there. I have no idea what he was doing. I just know my stomach is killing me and I'm in a million knots.

I'm standing about five feet above the clouds.

iiiieeeeeeeeee!!!

I have no idea what to write. I've been doing way too much lately and yet, not doing a damn thing. I'm taking a stroll on a treadmill and not really getting anywhere. I'm reading up on American government. I'm writing bits and pieces of this and that. I'm preparing myself for mid-May when I go back to JV (the youth group). I'm flirting with a guy at work. I'm dreaming of the day when Bill refers to a man's nickname and refers to a man's nickname only. I'm caught up in a zillion things, and I keep trying to go to bed but not being able to sleep.

Gah.

On Fire - switchfoot

They tell you where you need to go
They tell you when you'll need to leave
They tell you what you need to know
They tell you who you need to be

But everything inside you knows
There's more than what you've heard
There's so much more than empty conversations
Filled with empty words

And you're on fire
When He's near you
You're on fire
When He speaks
You're on fire
Burning at these mysteries

Give me one more time around
Give me one more chance to see
Give me everything You are
Give me one more chance to be...near You

Cause everything inside me looks like
Everything I hate
You are the hope I have for change
You are the only chance I'll take

When I'm on fire
When You're near me
I'm on fire
When You speak
And I'm on fire
Burning at these mysteries
These mysteries...

I'm standing on the edge of me
I'm standing on the edge of everything I've ever been before
And i've been standing on the edge of me
Standing on the edge

And I'm on fire
When You're near me
I'm on fire
When You speak
I'm on fire
Burning at these mysteries... these mysteries... these mysteries
Ah you're the mystery
You're the mystery