this mess we're in...

FogeyFest at the newspaper went well... chatted extensively with cool aluma chick from '02, ate mucho chips and dip, and totally bogarted the Rice Krispy Treats (I love those things!). Grabbed some dinner at Wendy's, then met up with Lynn and some of our friends who graduated last year. Went to the Presidents of the USA show, which was okay, though their cover of the Ramones' "I Wanna Be Sedated" was a travesty. Had fun. Danced like an ass. Then ran into Zach, the guy I kinda-sorta dated at the end of last semester (the one I met at DragBall) with whom I broke it off in August (mutual thing). It was actually really good to see him. Really good and really confusing. I'm still totally attracted to him, but my problem with the "relationship" hasn't changed (and won't) -- there's no real connection: conversation never progresses beyond a certain point, we rarely see each other and he's so damn chilled out that it seems like he's indifferent as to whether or not we do (lord knows what's actually going through the boy's head). But damn, he looked good. And he smelled so good... that clean mansmell of soap and laundry detergent (no overpowering cologne or aftershave). Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck! We both have new cell phones now, so we exchanged numbers and promised to get together and catch up soon. Crap. I SO do not need any more confusion and convolution in my life right now! StoOpid attractive, nice-smelling man...