Can't you see Teal'c grooving...?

So last night at work was good. Uneventful and slow, but the one busboy (not the really cute one, but it feels good anyway) was hitting on me again, so that made me feel good. And they said getting off next week for the retreat wouldn't be a problem, and our shirts finally came in, and they're pretty.

Then to Erika's, where we all wrote our SG1 surveys, which were highly amusing. We need to post them somewhere. I want to put them up here, eventually, but I also need to look into the sites I know and see about submitting there once we clean them up a bit. By far the most fun I've had writing fic in a while. Round Robins are just cool.

Went to B&N today to use up my gift card, and bought:
The Wolf and the Crown, AA Attanasio. The third in a series in which I have read the first, and B&N can't get the second. So maybe I'll skip, or order it from Amazon for my b-day next month.

Neverwhere, Neil Gaiman. I wanted American Gods, because I need to own my own copy of that, but they didn't have that either, and I've been wanting to read this for a while, so I'll buy AG later.

Sunshine, Robin McKinley. I just love her, and her writing, and I own a bunch of her books, so I may as well continue the collection.

The Xenocide Mission, Ben Jeapes. It's the sequel to a book called The Ark (or His Majesty's Starship, depending on whether you read the American or UK version, and I always forget which one I have. You'd think American, but I believe I got the UK version by some weird fluke... I don't know), and it was really good, and I didn't know there was a sequel, so I'm looking forward to this. It'll be the first aliens-spaceship-computer-politics-blastgun type SF I've read in a while, and I'm kinda psyched about it.

I wanted a milkshake on the way home because it's all of forty-five degrees out, and I was right by the Duchess, but I didn't turn in for some reason. Then I pulled into the McDonald's right by my house to get a McFlurry instead, and their machine was broken. So I went home and made my own, but our blender does not make good milkshakes, for some reason. And it's new, too. Our old one from the eighties made great milkshakes. It sucks.

Now I have to go write a talk on the Holy Spirit for Confirmation class, and run to the library to pick up Wuthering Hights, which I am not looking forward to. But first, a shower. Yay.

"And they were dancing, and singing, and moving to the grooving, and just when it hit me, somebody turned around and said

Happy Time!

So tonight at work, I'm talking to Jennifer, and she asks if I ave a boyfriend. I say no, and she says I should ask Chris (cute busboy). I tell her I don't know, but that I am in need of a prom date, and about ten minutes later when we're all sitting around (we do that a lot at my work), she tells him that, and she and Pat start in on why he should take me to prom. He kinda looked at me, I told him I was at least half-serious, and he asked when it was and said he would love to take me to prom.

So very annoying girly SQUEE!!! because YES! I HAVE A PROM DATE IF I WANT HIM!!! Alright alright alright!!

There are one or two others (well, one other person, but I don't know how well that would go over with administration...) and everyone else would mainly just be because I couldn't get anyone else. I want someone I'll really enjoy going with, or there's no real point, but I do want someone to dance with. Which is why my list is at two people, because they would both dance and be fun to dance with and hang out with. So Chris and other person, and I'm honestly not sure who yet. And if anyone else steps forward, they will be considered, but I don't think there's anyone else really.

And I got my letter from St. Joseph's today. So there're the two I knew I was getting in to. Now to wait on the ones I really want. We'll see...

Now, off to type up the corrections to the Saul POV fic I'm beta-ing. I wrote it all up, but I haven't been around a computer long enough to get them typed.

And a link back to these two poems/prayers, because I love them so much:

( We were never really born, we will never really die )

( Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure )