Spoons, Footballs, and Terrible Movies...

So, I went on a date last night. Turns out the guy I met online turned out to not be a psycho killer. Which I'm grateful for. I actually had a really great time, which I wasn't expecting at all. I always expect the worse thing to happen. Which I know is an unhealthy way of thinking, but I cant help it. 

Anyways, back to the date. We went to see a movie called The Room at this little hippy theater. Holy shit, I don't think Ive ever laughed so hard in my life. The Room was a god awful movie but its one of those its so awful its funny movies. And it has a series cult following. Every time there was a picture of a spoon on the screen the people in the theater threw spoons at the screen. Which happened more then one would think. I was impressed they didn't run out of plastic spoons. Then every time the characters would throw a football, people in the crowd yelled football break and got up and started throwing the football. I have never experienced anything like that and it was fucking awesome. The people in the crowd, which was surprising large since it was an 11:30 p.m. showing, yelled through the whole movie. The crowd really made the movie.  

                                      Looks like an Oscar winner doesn't it...


I'm really hoping for a second date. The guy, who we''ll call Mr. M., was a really nice guy. And very good looking in my book. It was worth being nervous as fuck all day yesterday. And now I'm being a total girl and cant stop smiling. How lame is that? What me never hear from Mr. M. again. That will make me very sad. The question is do I contact him first or wait for him to contact me? I don't know the dating rules. I haven't been apart of the dating world in like eight years. Hell even before that I wasn't apart of the dating world. Anti-social and dating don't really mix that well. Go figure.


That is all for today. Back to the Harry Potter Weekend.

Being Nice is Overrated...

I wish I wasnt so nice. (Read, I wish I was mean.) I cant be mean to anyone, ever. Even when people do terrible things to me, I cant do or say anything mean to them. Normally this really isnt an issue, but because Im so fucking nice, I now have a guy who  wont leave me the fuck alone. I went out on one date with this guy and now he texts me every single day. He is clingy and is always asking if I am mad at him. There are very few things that make me go from happy to completely pissed off in 2.5 seconds, asking me if I mad at you is one of them. I want to tell this guy to stop acting like a high school girl and leave me the fuck alone, but I cant. I dont know why Im like this. I cant wait for the day when something finally breaks the flood gates and mean just comes shooting out of my mouth. And its not like Im afraid of speaking my mind, I just cant stand making someone feel bad. Making someone feel bad makes me feel 100 times worse. Why cant people just take a hint.

On a more upbeat note, I meet a guy. I'm very conflicted about this, however. I meet him on a dating website. He seems like a great guy. I'm very on the fence about online dating. Part of me thinks its for lazy people or crazy serial killers. I watch way too much crime t.v. for my own good. But the other part thinks its great. So of course, part of me is happy I met a good looking guy, while the other part of me is in constant wonder. Wondering why a good looking guy cant find a date the old fashion way. Wondering if he is a serial killer who meets girls online to later cut them up and hide them in the walls of his house. I also watch way too many scary movies. I just don't know where to go from here. Do I meet the guy, who Ive made a serial killer in my head, or let it go? Or am I just fucking crazy and reading too much into the situation? Its probably that. But is it a bad thing I'm so caution? Fuck, I don't know. I need help.

Popping the blogger cherry...

Hello all. My name is Penny. Im starting this blog in hopes that putting my life on paper, well you know what I mean, will help me find myself. Im 25 and Im lost. I know a lot of people my age are lost too, so at least Im not alone in this shitty feeling. Like many people my age, I am a proud owner of a Bachelor's Degree. Yet, like many people my age, I have a shit job. So I spent a TON of money on a piece of paper Im not even using. What's my piece of paper in you ask? Its a degree in mortuary science. For those who dont know what that is, I have a degree in funeral directoring/embalming. And I would give anything to work in that field. But sadly we are in a recession, and even the funeral business isnt immune. That and most of the funeral homes are run by old guys who grew up in the 50's and think women should be in the kitchen. Fuckers. I have a lot of anger and resentment on this topic. Any-who, Im sure Ill say things on here that arent politically correct or even all that nice, but I dont say these things to offend. I also cuss like a sailor. I blame that on my mother. She can make a truck driver blush with her mouth. Lets call her Mommypen.

I came from a pretty good home. We weren't rich, but we weren't really poor either. Ive got 5 siblings, so money was tight most of the time. We'll name them as they come up.

I think that covers the basics. I hope by doing this, I either find my path or at least get within seeing distance of it.