Some like it old

My computer is terminally ill, once again...I think. My brother (I think I used to refer to him as "Weird Kid" here) would call it "a piece," I'm sure. By no means am I a computer whiz but it seems to be doing the same thing it did the last time...which in my opinion was not that very long ago. If I have to buy another power supply and that thing with un"popped" capacitors then I may as well junk this old monstrosity and buy myself a new computer. *sigh* An expense I really do not need right now.

But everyone loves having new things. I am definitely not an exception. With my (exciting) progress in weight-loss-land I am itching to buy myself some new clothes. However, common sense and my mother tell me to wait a while and not go buck-wild on a wardrobe overhaul. At the very least I need new bottoms. Belts, accessories I have never been a fan of functionally, have become my friend. But they can only do so much. On a recent outing with the big bois I had to cinch up my urban shorts so much I winced at the possibility that, by some freak accident, someone would see my shirt lift up and the whole world would see how much fabric I had bunched around my waist. Thank goodness for the currently trendy (though questionable and hideous) pregnancy-style tops! You could hide a midget under there!

On the flip-side, I do not want to sound like a Jenny-Craig-esque spokesperson but it is amazing how much room I have in my old pants. So much that I *almost* want to tsk at myself in disgust that I ever got so big in the first place. But really, back when I fit into those clothes, I didn't feel so bad about myself. I guess it is all relative. Though if anyone were to ask me I would have to say I do not miss the old me...I'll take the "new" me anyday.

So this past long weekend was somewhat a treat to myself. While killing time with the big bois at the casino before we continued on with Mr J's birthday plans I sat down at a nickel slot machine for 5 minutes, slipped in my 20 dollar "entertainment fee" and cashed out with almost 300 bucks! Ka-ching ka-ching! It was like Las Vegas ALL OVER AGAIN. I knew there was better ways to use that 300 bucks but, what the hey, I bought myself some new clothes. I always use to scoff at those who were obsessed over the number on the tag of their clothes, but who am I kidding, it was a thrill to buy clothes with smaller numbers on them!

Ok, enough about Le and her self-obsession! Ok, maybe not. This is MY blog, after all.

I know this is completely jumping the gun but I think I may have found a guy that can keep up with me. A salsa fan, a hip-hop fan...well, a dancing fan in general. Great taste in music, movies, clothes, cars; unfortunately it is starting to sound a little shallow at this point but trust me. All the important elements are there. He's bright, dedicated to his post-secondary ambitions (not just the bare minimum degree for this guy!), incredibly sweet and charming. The guy has it all. I would be lucky to nab a guy like him, but I would even love to just be a friend of his. A girl like me definitely deserves to hang with great people like him. My days of needing a dance partner could be at a stop-search!

Oh, and if Flag-girl and/or her friend, V, are reading this: the new guy is not from around here. It only feeds into our theory about local guys lacking social skills and the like. Sad but true.

On the flip-side, why do I still miss "my" Aidan?! Good grief, a girl is never satisfied.