if love is surrender, then whose war is it anyway?

Quick update, since I don’t really have the time, energy, or enough news to justify a full-blown entry.

Chad has a job in California now (have I mentioned this already?), and for some reason this has made a lot of my guy friends seemingly angry at me. This includes both my guy friends here & at home.

Apparently, I’m not worthwhile if there is no possibilty of sex. Which is something I kind of already suspected.

At work, they’ve decided to assign me to a commercial project until my clearance comes through. So now I attend meetings about the new GPS satellites and a satellite for cell phones in the UAE. It’s nice to be sitting bored somewhere other than my cubicle for a change, and occasionally my manager has been giving me tasks. He also doesn’t mind that I don’t pay attention in meetings & instead choose to do Japanes number puzzles.

He has, however, been getting jealous of the fact that I have them during meetings. I’ve taken to carrying around several at all times so he can do one as well. This really only serves as a way to make him angry at me yet again because of how much better I am at them.

Also (this is my favorite story about him), he and I have very similar senses of humor (consisting mainly of making sarcastic comments or mocking others). One day, while we discussed this (because apparently, I’m "mean"), I said something about how we were both sarcastic. He got extremely offended (for serious) and told me that he was not sarcastic.

An hour or so later, after a meeting, he came over to me and exclaimed, "Oh my god, I AM sarcastic!" which led me to laugh and generally mock him, as is my custom. Ever since then, he gives me this wide-eyed look of shock every time he makes a sarcastic comment.

It makes me laugh because I’ve never considered sarcasm to be a bad thing when used correctly. The same thing goes for general mockery. Of course, I grew up with that sort of thing, so perhaps in other parts of everywhere sarcasm is not as acceptable.

Also, though I doubt many people here care, I must express my general happiness at my alma mater, Penn State, and their current football prowess. Even if the football team had to wait until I had graduated to perform well. I watched the game at a bar in town where a lot of alumni hang out, and it was almost as good as the real thing. Almost.

Chad will probably kill me if I call him in the middle of the night one more time. I can’t help it; my apartment is old and creaky and it sounds like someone is walking around in my living room.