Own worst critic

Every morning on my way to the el is really the only time I spend reflecting about my life. I think I spend so little time reflecting about it b/c when I do it, I get really depressed. I just think I have a tendency to beat myself up about things I shouldn't. Most of the time, I feel like a big disappointment even though people seem to tell me what a great person I am. I guess you're your own worst critic.

I had a date with Sam yesterday. I hate to say it but I think I'm really falling for her. She's the type of girl that always has a smile on her face and you can always joke around with her. She's got a sexiness that's all her own. It really came out last night. Although she has a different style of kissing that I'm not used to, she's a great make out since her entire body so sensitive. I just want to eat her up all the time. I haven't gotten that far with her yet but I think she's just a big a freak as I am. How wonderful would that be?

We actually went to Mortons for the Bar Bites menu and then caught Wedding Crashers. Definitely worth a see, there were a couple really good laughs. Vince Vaughn... what can you say, he's hilarious.

Old St. Pat's on Friday consisted of a lot of people just drinking. Guys trying to talk to girls, me just standing around watching guys do anything just to get laid. I told Nick I was having a good time, but to be honest, I didn't think it was all that great. It was nice to be outside and with friends. That was about it. There were hot girls but definitely not as many as I expected. I am so bad in that venue as far as meeting people is concerned. I really should work on it.

We had after hours at our place that night. It was ok, stayed up too late doing stupid things. Sat, wasted. Sun, wasted. Too hot anyway.

Interview pushed back until Friday. I'm going to rock that fucker!