I Saw Your Shoes

I had a date with a very tall guy on Saturday. He was 6'7". For those not in the know, I'm 5'2". Anyways, it was a nice enough date but I didn't feel any zing and he opened his eyes really wide when he was intently listening to something I would say. It kindof freaked me out and I had to keep looking away. Beckie says I always have shifty eyes so I must have looked especially shifty on our date. I'm sure that's a trait that guys are looking for. Then I get this email this afternoon from him saying he doesn't think we're a good match. WTF?! I'm fabulously charming and vivacious! I mean, it's not like I wasn't going to go on a second date but I was supposed to be the one to break the news to him. Hmph. If I didn't have so much school work to do then I would find out where he lives and leave a pumpkin on his porch with a knife stuck in it and note attached saying "you".

I'm starting to get a little overwhelmed with the schoolwork. I started to panic earlier this evening but the 4 shots of vodka have me feeling nothing but wonderful drunken bliss now. Overwhelmed, shmoverwhelmed. Bah. Schfooul is easjy as pieg.