I have a new theory. This one falls into theories that are really only relevant to me, such as my Jimmy John's Delivery Boy Theory. (If you are not familiar with this theory, let me refresh you: this particular theory of Kelly's Universe states the hotness of the jimmy john's delivery guy is directly proportional to how crappy I look that day.) Today I present to you Cat Theory. And no, this has nothing to do with me becoming the crazy cat lady, which we all know is a long-lingering fear of mine.

You know how they say cats are always drawn to the one person in the room that doesn't like cats, b/c then they won't be smothered with attention? (And you know how some people are with cats. My sister tortures them but she insists that they love that particular brand of affection. She means well, but I'm pretty sure that all cats actually hate her). In this sense, I am like a cat. I am only interested in people that have no real interest in me, but if I happen to wander over and demand attention, they'll give some to me but are glad when I leave. And then I avoid people that are actually interested, because I don't want that particular brand of attention.

I can correlate this to both past relationships and a lot of recent/current almosts that I've been sorting through. I'm drawn to them because they're not drawn to me, and for some reason, this intrigues me. I don't know if it's because it's some bizarre challenge, or because there's some sort of misfiring synapse action going on in my head... but there you have it. Cat Theory as it pertains to my life.

In other news, I got a real, grown up job (YAY!) that I'm very excited about, but I do not have the energy to write all about it tonight, so it shall have to wait for another day. I'm also keeping my job at Target, because I've only been there three weeks but I'm in love with my coworkers, which for some reason, the people working minimum wage retail jobs, are usually the coolest batch of people you can meet. It's my safety net, anyway. Plus I can use all the cash I can get, because pretty soon the student loan people are going to come a-knocking at my door and I'm going to have to start coughing up some dough. PLUS I want to keep my discount. Since practically all my money filters into Target's bank anyway. (Anyone know if you can write off red shirts and khaki pants on your taxes? They ARE a work-related expenditure? This is my first year doing grown-up taxes and whatever breaks I can get, would be sweet). Anyway, brief details before I move on: It's with a newish advertising agency, I'll be mostly in sales with a lot of design thrown in, and in about six months, I can decide if I want to stay in sales or move to design, although my boss wants to keep me in sales. Apparently he thinks I will be good at it. I hope so. Pretty much everything and everyone is counting on his and my ability to bring in new clients. Scary, but important... You know how much I like to be important.

I broke my recent vow of no more unnecessary expenditures. I justified it with "I just got a new job! Celebrate!" Which is lame, but whatever. AAAAnyway, one of my new purchases was the Plain White T's cd... I had seen them way back last year, the concert I work with [I did the design work this year: [link] had them as the headliner last year, way before they were big (the first year was Motion City Soundtrack... The guys in charge of this have an uncanny knack for picking bands before they get big. Although this year, we kind of deviated from that formula, but whatever). Anyway, the CD was on sale cheap at Target (where else) so I bought it. Oh man, it's great. I'm loving it. And I had always like the song "Hey There Delilah" but I swear to God that song almost made me cry today. That has got to be one of the most beautifully written songs ever. That and it made me wish for something like that, which would unfortunately conflict with the established Cat Theory.

Also, and this is completely irrelevant, I think I might be somewhat lactose intolerant. I've had a lot of stomach problems lately, and the diagnosis was an inflamed esophagus and some other stuff similar to that in my lower stomach, and so we're working on getting that fixed. My dietary restrictions were pretty much lifted, but dairy and I still aren't really getting along. This would suck, but I think there are pills and stuff you can take to still eat it. Plus if that was the case then at least I would know instead of enviously eyeballing the aisle of ice cream at the grocery store. Sorbet just isn't the same as a pint of good old Ben & Jerry's...

But yeah. My sleep schedule is screwed up again. Having days off is bad news. I'm wide awake and have no desire to call it a night anytime soon. Pretty soon this is going to have to change. Being a grownup sucks!!

Anyway. That's all I have today. I pretty much suck at updating things on here and I'm annoyed by this. I've got so much stuff I want to post, too, but I don't even know where to start with finding all of my files. Sigh.

Soon, soon, soon... I will have things up soon. (Replace that with "eventually" and we'll be all set).

love to all