An update-post

I miss Christine. a.

I got a very handsome Betta fish on Monday. Named him Ollie. He's a deep aqua blue with shimmers of red, and he's a hearty eater. My last Betta fish, Dusk, ate two pellets a day. This guy ate 12 yesterday! I guess that's why he looks so vibrant and healthy. I've got to get my camera out and working so I can post pictures of things such as this!

I didn't watch American Idol last night. Tonight I'll watch last night's performances right before tonight's finale. I'm rooting for Jordin now that Melinda is gone, as you might have guessed. At this point, though, it doesn't matter much. In fact, the loser may be better off. Eh. I think I'm over it. One season was enough for me.

I'm really enjoying singing in the choir at church. It feels good to exercise my vocal skills, and the people there are just lovely. I'm having a good time getting to know them! We sang a lot of special music for Buster's 25th anniversary celebration Sunday, and I just ate it up! I was so thrilled to be involved in it!

It seems as though this summer may not be so dull at work. Everyone from our downtown office will be moving into our (very small) office space at Noisette. It'll be a tight fit, made tighter by the personality clashes I foresee. But a little drama will keep things interesting. Plus, I'll get to assist the development and financial departments as well as admissions, which means more for me to do! Yay!

I love the beach more than ever. I think it has some to do with my super cute Isaac Mizrahi bathing suit (I have the tankini top and the skirtini bottom. And - are you ready for this? - I got whistled at in it. Twice.). I plan on keeping my suit and a towel ready in my car so that I can hit the beach whenever the urge hits me (like after a particularly dull day at work).

Overall, I'm having a good time. I'm crazy about being by myself right now. Not that I mind the company of others, especially family and my closest friends, but I'm really content and happy by myself. I've always kind of craved that "me-time." My friend Amber and I were talking about it and came to the conclusion that being introverted doesn't necessarily mean shy, rather that one needs that time alone to recharge, to find balance and peace. Maybe that's why I'm so anxious to live by myself. If ever I was in need of some recharging, it's now.