All of a sudden everyone around me is suddenly "in a relationship", leaving me to be one on my own. I don't know how I feel about this really. I'm not kidding when I say this either. EVERYONE in my family, almost all my friends, even all of my EXES are all involved in other relationships. Seriously though, what the hell? what do all of these people have that I don't have? And the worst part is, all my friends come to me to bitch and moan about their boyfriends. "He does this" or "He hasn't called me AT ALL TODAY!" boo freaking hoo.

On the one hand, I'm really happy that my friends and family are happy and have someone else in their lives. But on the other hand, this really sucks. I really hate that feeling of loneliness. One really is the lonliest number. I can't go anywhere without being surrounded by all the "coupley"ness. It makes me a little sad, actually. Christmas time is always the worst. The whole season is about being cute and with the people you love and that love you. Yet, I'm always alone on Christmas. ALWAYS. I want that with someone. That whole "Can't eat, can't sleep, reach for the stars, over the fence, world series kind of thing". I want to know that there's someone who will be there on my bad days, and when I'm bitchy for no reason. Someone who will want to hear about my day, and be excited to see me. Someone I can really get comfortable with.

John Mayer says it best, I'm tired of being alone, so hurry up and get here. Please?
I am SO glad to be home right now. I was just missing the hell out of it, and I really couldn't wait to get back. I don't even know why. This break is only a little less than a week, but I feel like it's winter break. That reality will hit me next Tuesday.

Last night was a great first night back. First, my mom and I hooked up with my childhood bff Lindz and her mom for coffee at our favorite cafe. We sat there for about 2 and a half hours just laughing and having an over all great time. Then I had an hour and a half conversation with my best friend who was still up in Gainesville. I love talking to her. She just refreshes me, and is often the exact dose of amazingness that I need. So our conversation pretty much ended with "OK, just get in your car and drive home tonight!" "You know what? OK!" and two hours later she was at my front door. We were up until 5am just talking about everything and nothing. And it was so much fun. She said it was one of the most spontaneous things she's ever done! That got me thinking, what's the most spontaneous thing I've ever done? I can think of a few things, but I'll spare the gory details for now.

What's the most spontaneous thing you've ever done??
this time tomorrow I'll be sitting at the gate ready and waiting to board and get my ass back to sunny florida! yesssss.

in other news, this morning I was at the house of The Most Hyper-Active Child in the World, watching said child's baby sister, K. The plumbers show up to do their thing and pretty much re-do the entire upstairs plumbing. Who doesn't love a handyman? really? I mean, I know I do....especially when they HAVE NO RESPECT FOR A SLEEPING BABY. I was on edge the entire time with my ear pressed against the monitor to make sure it was working, because she SLEPT through 3/4 of the banging, clanking, and out right stomping. I was really beginning to wonder if she was partially deaf, and then started going through all the times I'd played with her and wondered if she had responded when I called her. After I went upstairs to check on her and make sure she was still breathing, the guys finally decided to close the door to the bathroom to lessen the noise. 5 minutes later she woke up. Kids these days....

I think she's finally warming up to me though. Thank GOD. I don't think I could take another day of her screaming herself purple when she was left alone with me.
It's really sad that I had to google how to open a bottle of wine.

Now I see why they invented the boxed variety
Yesterday's high was 67.

Today, it's 47.

Go figure.
i can't seem to put my thoughts into coherent blog posts. During the day, I'll come up with various ideas and think, "wow, i'm going to post about that." but then i never do. Mainly because, when it comes down to sitting and writing, I just can't form anything to say. It's annoying to be honest. I feel blocked.

I'm going home for Thanksgiving in less than a week. I couldn't be more excited. This semester has just flown by. I'm already registered for classes next semester, and internships are coming up soon. It's becoming painfully obvious that I'm going to have to step into the big kid world sometime soon. Part of me is excited, it's like being in the middle of a really good book, and really wanting to know how it's all going to turn out. You know there's a resolution, but you have NO IDEA where it might be, or what's going to happen.

I'm looking forward to the Holidays. I love them. The day after Christmas is truly one the saddest ones for me. Not because I don't appreciate my gifts, I do, and I know I'm very lucky to get what I do, but I'm sad that it's all over. The whole season, is just over. The decorations disappear, the decorations get put back in storage, the music returns to pop, and the warm fuzzy feelings fade away. That's part of the reason why I treasure this time of the year so much. Because I know it will end quicker than I'm ready for it to.
8:45AM: I hear an extremely annoying sound in my ear - oh wait, it's my alarm.

8:49AM: Check my e-mails, facebook, myspace, blogs...the morning usual.

9:00AM: Roll out of bed to start some coffee.

9:17AM: Crawl back into bed for more interneting.

9:26AM: Maybe I should start to get ready for the day...

9:35AM: Rush out the door for my 9:55 class

9:55-11:10AM: Marketing class.

11:20AM-12:35PM: Japanese class.

12:36PM: shoot myself after Japanese class.

12:37PM: Recover from self-inflicted gunshot wound and catch down the shuttle to Tenleytown.

12:48PM: Arrive in Tenley and wait for bus in front of local CVS.

12:52PM: Hop on the 36 bus towards Friendship Heights.

12:54PM: Hop off the 36 bus towards Frienship Heights, in front of Quiznos.

1:03PM: Run out of Quzinos with my Steakhouse beef dip with extra sauce, and free Diet Pepsi.

1:04: Make a mad dash for Babysitting house numero uno.

1:08: Oopes, I'm eight minutes late....sorry.

1:45: Put The Cutest Kid in the World (TCKW) down for a nap...ah, quiet time.

2:00: Take my own nap after reading Wall Street Journal.

3:45: Check on sleeping toddler - she's still out.

4:30 - 5:15: ARTHUR and DW rule my world.

5:20: Mad dash for Babysitting house numero dos.

6:00: Try and comfort screaming seven-month old - to no avail. OMG she's turning PURPLE...she hates me.

6:10: Attempt to feed Most Hyper-Active Child in the World (MHACW). "But I don't LIKE mashed POTATOES!"

6:12: Listen to the neverending "MOMMY! MOMMY! I WANT MY MOMMY TO FEED ME!"

6:25: Successfully feed seven-month old. mm sweet potatoes and gross, peas.

6:56: Attempt to clean up fussy seven-month old. I watch in HORROR as she reverts back to the hysterical baby she was 56 minutes ago. All I wanted to do was clean her up and get her ready for bed!

7:15: Get MHACW ready for bed - for the most part. Still listening to ""MOMMY! MOMMY! I WANT MY MOMMY." I swear to God, this kid is programmed to say that.

7:45: I give up trying to do what his mom says. I watch as he jumps on the bed.

7:57: Finally, some relief. I get to walk the dog.

8:15: Load the dishwasher and clean up the mess...

8:45: Make a mad dash for Small group - which started 45 minutes ago...

9:07: Arrive at the conference room - just as they're wrapping up.

10:00: Walk home - ahh.
...unless you ALMOST witnessed the downfall of the Patriots, only to watch the Colts lose it in the last quarter. damnit. SO FREAKING CLOSE. So close in fact, that my roommate screamed "EFF YOU" (except he wasn't so censored) at me after I let out a "woot woot" when the Colts scored again. I promptly covered my ears and shouted back "lalala, I'm not listening! I'm not listening! I'M NOT LISTENING LALALALA." He was pissed because I'm not a Colts fan, but I am a fan of the Patriots losing, and any team that can do that will win my upmost respect. I'm tired of hearing his shouts of "YES! NICE!" or "HAHA NICE!" or his standing on the sofa screaming "TOUCHDOWN! YES! I EFFING LOVE YOU TOM BRADY" (again, his version was more colorful). It gets annoying. And after last week's disaster of a football game between the Redskins and Patriots, I was fed up. I'll continue rooting for whatever team is playing against the Patriots, I'm hoping that one day it'll be a huge upset and they'll be dethroned by some terrible team in a game that can only be compared to the Michigan/Appalachian State game. If they win the superbowl - God help us all. The Red Sox have already won the World Series, why do the Patriots need to win? WHY GOD WHY? I don't think i can handle his obnoxiousness for that long. At least the Patriots were humbled today with a meager 4 point win. Hopefully that'll scare dear old roomie enough to SHUT UP, but I'm not holding my breathe on that one.

Anyways...one of my favorite parts of football is when players of opposite teams pat each other on the back and joke with each other on the field. It brings it all back to the fact that it's just a game. Sure, it's their job to entertain America every Sunday for millions and millions of dollars, but really, at the end of the day, it's just a game. The world does not end if your team does or does not win. It may sting a bit at first, and you may not be pleasant to be around for a few days, but we all move on and get on with life.