"Baby, life is like a ride on the freeway."

Filling out forms is not my idea of a good time.

I got my job for another summer, but I still have to send in the application for camp staff. Money-making aside, I'm now unable to attend NYCC on Sunday (for which I had a no-line media pass) or see the $12 show in Hartford on Saturday because I'll be working. I suck at that job, but I am wicked broke.

And the ranting begins:

Re: Social ineptitude.
I'm sick of being awkward. It gets in the way every day. I make a terrible second impression. First is fine, second brings the awkward to brilliant heights, third and beyond are usually alright once I settle down a bit. However, my second impressions may often leave people slackjawed or stuttering, but I do NOT want people to set me up with their friends, date-wise or not. It doesn't work out as people hope. Also, the situation it puts me in is highly embarrassing.

Re: PDA.
Congratulations! You have a boyfriend or a girlfriend or a goat or whatever!!! YAY for you! Friggin fuck all night long and tell all your friends about it! I don't give a shit. I DO give a shit about having to sit across from you while you try to dislocate each other's jaws. Hands where I can see them, please. Tongues in one's own mouth only. It seems a testiment to people's faith in their romances that they have to make out RIGHT NOW, it CAN'T WAIT. Why touch each other now (in public) rather than later (in private) unless there is doubt that you will be together long enough to take advantage of a later time? If you want to hold hands for a few seconds, hold a door open for the other, give a quick peck, that's is perfectly fine and understandable. If people like each other, they should want to be together, that's how it is. When the spit starts flying in my direction because you're drooling into each other's mouths too much, I draw the line. Honestly now? Is that really necessary? Think about it, really think about it. Take a few minutes to ponder. After you've done that, wipe up your drool and wipe off the goddamn table.

Subject line of the day: Staring at the Sun, the Offspring.