So this week i've had dates 2 and 3 with the Paramedic. Date 2 was pool. Let's just say, i am horrible at pool. I mean we're not talking black shirt and brown shoes horrible. We're talking fanny pack, runched socks, and crimped hair horrible. But that's okay, because i have no problem being humiliated. We had a great time and i did manage to beat him at 9's. But i think that's because he let me win. Date 3 was last night at the Olive Garden. He took me to dinner, we split a bottle of wine and had wonderful conversation. I'm supposed to see him next week. FYI, here's a revamped grading scale. I realized i never really defined what a grade meant, and so i wasn't consistent on grading. Not that i'm grading anymore...but in the event i decide to do so again.

A=I'm gonna marry this man
B=definite boyfriend potential
C=nice guy, i'd probably go out with him again
D=Can we just be friends?
F=Wow...i wouldn't even want to save you from a tank of hungry pirahnas

My brother is coming on Wednesday. We're going to Cedar Point on thursday. Needless to say, I'm very excited. I also went to the Breaking Benjamin concert. Let's just say...Ben Burnley totally rocked my socks off. I've decided that i'm going to abandon my dreams of being a forensic scientist and run away to be a rock star's wife.

So i did the dumbest thing the other day. I was getting ready for the concert, and decided to curl my hair. Only i wasn't paying all that great attention, and somehow i managed to burn my chin. We're not talking small red mark. We're talking a one inch line on my jaw line. Doh!