I caved. I so caved. I absolutely caved. And I don’t ruddy care. I’m downloading The Sims 3 again, on Steam, because I have to play! But seriously, I’ve been wanting to play for awhile, and I was hoping whatever had messed up with Steam with my logging in was over now. I guess it is, cuz I logged in just fine, no problems at all. Thank the gods. I also have Portal and Portal 2 to download (all three gifts from my friend Scott). I doubt I’ll do very well on them, since my brain is atrophy-flavored pudding right now, but hey, they’re paid for, might as well try. The worst that can happen is that I get teased for sucking at it (I have a few friends who won’t let me live my Fallout 3 failures down… I didn’t make it out of the Vault). I have two expansion packs in The Sims 3, too, which makes me happy happy happy (too much Duck Dynasty). Pets, and Late Night. I get cute kitties, and get to be a vampire. Can (sim)life get any better? I think not.

Got my first Birchbox in the mail earlier. I’ve been looking forward to it since I got on the wait list to be approved a few months back. I was so excited! And it only disappointed me a little (which I’ll get to why in a second). I got a thing of hair spray, which I’m going to test tomorrow, a thing of moisture tint stuff for my face (I’m guessing it’s like concealer?), a very spiff shade of green nail lacquer (it’s a custom blend for Birchbox called Tweet Me), and a bad-for-my-diet-but-so-ungodly-beautiful-anyway Ghirardelli chocolate caramel square. NOM! The only thing I was disappointed about was that they forgot one of my samples. *sad face* I was supposed to get a perfume sample (Juicy Couture: Couture La La), but they must’ve left it out or something. I sent them an email about the missing sample, and I got one back about an hour ago saying they’d got it, and I’d get my response in about three days. I really hope I don’t get screwed over on this. I want to start trying out beauty products so I know what I like and what I don’t (I can’t ask my female friends cuz they live so far away). Hope’s hoping. *crosses fingers*

In romance news, I’m pretty sure the guy I like is flirting back. On Friday, he kept touching me when we were talking, and playing with my ring and my bracelet, both of which I was wearing at the time. *squee!* I dunno if he’s going to ask me out any time ever, because he seems a bit shy. Also, there’s the age thing. Never good. But I’m going to keep my hopes up, and keep flirting. My goal in life (or at least my goal for the next few weeks) is to get me a hug from him. ^_^ I like hugs from almost everybody, but I really like hugs from people that I’m crushing on. *squee! again* I’m like a teenager again, I swear. This crush is so innocent. I love it. Everything lately romance-wise has felt overly perverted. All the sex jokes and whatnot. But this, this feels young and innocent and free. It doesn’t matter if my tits look great in this top, of it you can see my sexy panties over the waist of my jeans. It’s just playful flirting and… I almost want to say that it feels comfortable. I haven’t felt romantically comfortable in quite some time. It’s rather nice.

Speaking of Friday, Bell, Book, And Comic (one of Dayton’s gaming stores) was there last week. I didn’t have much to spend, but I didn’t care when I saw the dice earrings. I found a pair made of d4s in such a pretty light blue marbling. I loved them immediately. Had to have them. And right now, they’re sitting next to my keyboard. Much happiness.

I’ve been reading lately, and that makes me so damn happy. As I said on Facebook the other day, I go through these phases where I don’t read. It sucks, but there’s not much of anything I can do to fix it. But the good part is, when I finally do start reading again, it’s like a miracle. I’m in one of those miracle times right now. I liked how I said that, and thought you guys might like it too. I’ve finished two books that I’ve been in the middle of for at least three months. I’m getting closer to finishing a few others, too. I even started reading a new one. It’s a memoir of this women who had/has bipolar, when she was growing up. It’s really interesting. I see a lot of myself in this book.

Unless something sucky happens, it’s looking like I should be moving to Dayton in August. I oughta hear from that training place any day now (my therapist sent in the paperwork by mail on Wednesday of last week). They’ll train me up, and help me find a Dayton-area job, and I’ll be all set. Dunno where exactly I’ll be living, because Jeff doesn’t know whether he wants to stay in the same complex or not. I think that’s what he told me. You know how bad I am at remembering stuff. But yeah, I’ll be in Dayton! That’s gonna be the greatest thing ever. The only way I can learn maturity is by being in situations that make me act mature. It’s one of those learn-by-doing kind of things. I’m pretty sure I’ll do good. If I don’t, my mom told me that I can always move back. I’m going to avoid that death sentence if at all possible, though. Freedom!