Then I was toying with the idea of going alone, if my family was receptive to me crashing in St. Louis on Friday and Saturday and therefore I wouldn't have to get a hotel.
And then I looked again this evening--less than 24 hours after tickets became available--and they were sold out. Sad Trombone.
I asked him back in March what he wanted to do for his birthday, with a feeling of holy shit it's going to be July like any second. Now it feels like so long ago.
It's also three months since he left. Today.
Not gonna lie, I kinda feel like shit today. Fuck the world.
I saw him yesterday--apparently he has a friend in the apartment complex across the street, because I saw him in the parking lot as I was headed home. Bleh.
I need out of this town like I can't even say.
It's going to be a helluva crazy
I may well be going to work on that Friday on no sleep.
No idea if he'll be doing autographs or anything, I will be taking as much video as I can (I'll need to dump everything on my iPhone between now and then; honestly it takes much better pics/vid than my digital camera, which is starting to show its age). I'll be taking something to get signed just in case. I bought pink sunglasses, lol.
If I could find a Dalton tie for stupid cheap (the cheapest I've seen is $15+shipping) I would
What all this means to my family is another post that is brewing. =/
I was watching makeup tutorials on YouTube, which always makes me want to MAKE makeup tutorials, and I was kind of thinking about how the last time I tried that, it was really annoying because my desk faces the window, therefore the entire room is in the background, and therefore I would have to clean my room every time I wanted to make one.
(My sanity requires that I have one room that I don't worry about keeping immaculate.)
The best vloggers all seem to have their back to a wall in their vids. Makes sense.
But then it's like...do I really want to fuss with that when I intend to move ASAP? I just went through and re-stacked the clutter in here to take up less space and decided not to actually go through it and organize, pending moving. Maybe I need to focus not on rearranging stuff that's mostly working but, if I get in a cleaning/organizing sort of mood, on getting rid of smaller clutter--like the stack of stuff on my scanner that I intended to scan but have been too lazy to fuss with. That kind of thing.
I'm also considering giving all my scrapbooking stuff to Alicia, because I've gotten to a place where I'd rather put the pictures online and get comments than to go to all that trouble for the pics to sit up on a shelf in a book. She, on the other hand, has four kids that she's making scrapbooks for and still loves it. So there's that. I don't think I'm ever going to take it up again--even if I was independently wealthy and all my time was my own, there are just so many other things I'd rather spend my time and money on.
Yeah okay that's it, I'm spending the rest of my organizing. More or less. Until the Glee Project. I'm setting an alarm for myself so I don't forget this time!
Also. I was debating between Fayetteville and St. Louis, but now I've pretty much made my mind up. I kept thinking about Fayetteville, and the truth is even though it'd be a lot of fun, I don't think I'd ever consider it permanent, it would just be a stepping stone on my way to bigger and better things. St. Louis, on the other hand, could very easily be permanent. (I won't rule out the possibility of ending up in Chicago or New York or maybe even England, but that's kind of like a win-the-lottery dream that I don't think I'd ever actively pursue.)
I want to be in a (geographical) place I'm happy being. If I run into the issue again of falling in love with someone who refuses to EVER MOVE AWAY EVER then I need to be in a place where I'm okay with that.
The person I'm being in the wake of Cody having left me is so, so different than the person I thought I'd be if--or later, when--he did. I honestly figured I'd be a Bella Swan, kind of wake up one day and realize I hadn't done anything in like four months. But I've been more creative than I have in a long time, and self-confident (though that's also largely stemming from weight loss, not gonna lie), and truly I am--or at least am aspiring to be--more of a Pink than anything.
The attitude, moreso than the actual behavior, lol. Cody already told me anything I did to his car he'd do to mine in return. =P
Most of the time my dreams are fairly cracktacular, or the typical dreaming-I'm-actually-awake-and-getting-
But not the other day.
I dreamed that Cody got his shit together and he had moved back in, and it was like...day two, maybe. And it was really awkward because ALREADY I am used to being in total control of my space again (I'm a bit territorial, not gonna lie), but he was pretty understanding of that and was really making an effort and going out of his way to be sweet.
(And truthfully even if things did go that way IRL I think I'd insist on getting a new place together rather than him moving back in here again; one of the things I felt kind of bad about when he left was that it was so easy to separate my stuff from his, like he was never fully part of things here--which was never my intent, but would be an easy way to interpret things. I don't know if I'm articulating this clearly.)
And it's like...ugh, subconscious, I was doing so well. IDK if the dream stemmed from me just hating living alone and my subconscious was trying to trick me into wanting to take him back, or if it's just trying to rein me back a little--like, "yes, he's done horrible things to you, but he used to be really sweet and you're going overboard with the thinking he's a dick because he's not 100% dick, just, like, 50%."
In other news he continues to not contact me but quickly reply if I contact him, and be relatively nice when that happens.
ALSO in other news, I found out that yet another one of my friends is living in one of the cities I'm considering moving to, which brings the total to three, plus anyone else I can convince to move there. (But I think that debate maybe qualifies for its own entry.)
You Are Wild
You're very restless and bored easily. You get antsy easily... you need to wander.
Everything is up in the air for you. You just go where the wind takes you.
If you're facing a problem, getting away for a couple days always helps you clear your mind.
You are both optimistic and philosophical about life. You often need space to think things through.
I really want to dye my hair again. I think I've only done it once since the wedding (and once right before) so I'm pretty much at my natural color on top. And black underneath, still. Not sure if I want to go dark red and try to cover the black, or bright red and redo the black. Probably the former since I'll be job-hunting.
Saw Cody--he brought over his half of the car insurance payment.
He emailed to ask if I was home (since, no phone), I said yes but Dana was coming over, he emailed back and said he was coming over and I had no chance to protest. I didn't let him in when he got here. Conversation:
C: Are you doing okay? Do you need anything?
S: Fine, and no.
C: Do you need anything?
C: Well, okay then...guess I'll see you later.
S: Next month, probably.
C (sarcastically, as far as I could tell): Well, did you want to do something before then?
C: Then I guess so. Are you sure you don't need anything?
S: I'm fine.
C: Would you call me if you did need anything?
S: Probably not.
C: Well, fine. See you later. -exit stage left-
I was having to choke back tears through all this, which only partially accounts for my short, terse answers. After he left I realized he'd given me two twenties, not a twenty and a five like he was supposed to, and I got really pissed and threw the money across the room and broke down crying. Came very close to chasing out after him and screaming at him, but decided it wouldn't really accomplish anything.
I hate that he is trying to give me more than he agreed to. It honestly makes me feel like a whore, like I was never anything but his kept woman.
Also after he left I realized that I had another bag of his stuff that I've found while organizing around the house and had planned to give back to him, which, had he not been a dick and just assumed it was okay to come over, I probably would've remembered. So I'll probably be seeing him again, but I want to wait until I have my damn phone.
And it's so frustrating because yesterday I was fine. I had his FB profile open (because I was going to message him about not having the phone yet yada yada can't call to check if I'm home) and looking at his picture was like looking at a stranger. Not that he's changed (he doesn't look like he's lost any more weight in the last month, though he probably has) or anything, but just...the reaction was just dead inside. I didn't care. Same with textual communication, or seeing his comments on FB or whatever (not on my stuff, but on mutual friends). But seeing him was different.
I told Dana that if he isn't coming back, fully, then it's easier not to see him. She said to tell him to mail it. Contemplating it.
But hey, I just called my mom with Google's voice calling feature, because I am a BAMF. Call quality was on a par with the cell, when it connected--the first call went fine, but we hung up and when I tried to call back it took multiple attempts to connect. And I can't receive calls. But still, YAY. Who needs a landline in this day and age?
But don't bother texting or calling me, lol. I may not get it. Hopefully it'll be here tomorrow, though!
I've blocked the people from work that I'm friends with on Facebook from viewing this as I'm trying to keep this quiet at work; I've told the supervisors but I just don't want to deal with the questions or the pity looks from my coworkers. It's hard enough getting work done without that kind of interruption.
Cody left last Friday. This isn't as much of a shock as it probably seems. We've been arguing for a while and I just haven't said anything to anyone because I didn't think things would end up like this. I thought we'd get things resolved. I wanted--still want--to work things out between us, but things have gotten to a point where I can't do it alone. Even if he called me up and wanted to come back, I would insist on going to marriage counseling. This is one of the biggest problems, really--he flat-out refuses to go to any kind of counseling or therapy, with or without me. My hands are tied--there is literally nothing else I can do.
I don't want to go into everything--I've hashed it all out with a few people already and frankly it isn't everyone's business--but the thing that really tipped the scales (and started us bickering at all) is that Cody's now decided he wants kids, which I made plain before we were ever even dating wasn't going to happen. And as much as this sucks, and as bad as I hate it, I still feel like motherhood (even adoption, even foster parenting with a limited age range) would be ten times more hellish than what I'm going through now. I haven't changed my mind in the last ten+ years, I don't think I'll be changing it in the future.
I'm not 100% sure what the future holds. I know for sure that if there's any way at all to make it happen, I want to move away--I've wanted out of this town for as long as I can remember. In the words of Beauty and the Beast, "There must be more than this provincial life." And without Cody I really have no reason to stay--in fact, I would've moved in November of 2008, when I was unemployed, but for the fact that I didn't want to make our long-distance relationship even longer-distance. I'll obviously need to get a new job lined up before I can pack up and go, though. I have two locations in mind but I have people I need to talk to first just to even see if it would be plausible.
I'll answer questions, if anyone has them, if they're not too nosy. If I decide your question IS too nosy I won't be afraid to say so.
I'm heartbroken, but I'm coping. I really don't have any choice but to move forward--I don't hold out a lot of hope that anything's going to change.
Added on LJ: I'm sure it's no shock to anyone that my main coping device has been music, but even I'm mildly surprised that Kurt from Glee has been my go-to--favorite character or no, I wouldn't think the songs would parallel. But Rose's Turn and Defying Gravity have helped A LOT.
So I've been getting caught up on all the other reading I need to get done instead of immersing myself in meta, which might be good. One more book to read for the infographic and the deadline is Saturday. Um, February, where'd you go?
I think I might be in love with Darren Criss. He's good on Glee but smiley_face86 has been poking me in the direction of his IRL music and GUH. This is a guy whose YouTube consists of covers of songs from Disney animated movies, and he also writes beautiful, poignant original songs.
The taxes were not as exciting as I had hoped. =( We actually have to pay in to the state. Cody and I will both be changing our withholding on Monday because GRRR. Apparently they hold out more, rather than less, if you claim zero? This is completely illogical to me. Then again, it's the government.
My birthday is coming up. Three weeks from tomorrow I'll be able to rent a car, and in July (when the term is over) our insurance should go down. Come to think of it Cody's turning 21 like eight days before the term is over so that might help, too.
I feel old. This is the last milestone birthday before you start getting Over The Hill crap, right?
Okay. Going to read. Hopefully write some, too. We shall see.
I'm not sure why I've had this love/hate thing going on with LJ recently.
A while ago, I moved most of the crap that I follow via RSS (lolcats, GraphJam, comics, etc) to Google Reader, which I love--it'll archive everything until I FEEL like reading it, and will keep track of what I have and haven't read and is just altogether much better for someone as OCD as I am. (Also, I can pick and choose what to read--if I want to look at lolcats and don't have it in me to see what they're mocking on Pundit Kitchen, or want to only read about sucky/funny customers but don't feel like seeing what offbeat brides are up to, I have that option.) There's about two more RSS feeds that I can and probably will move soon.
Theoretically, only having actual posts by actual people on LJ (and therefore having much less to read even if I don't check it every day) was supposed to make it easier to do. But no.
I just joined a new (and apparently quite active) community on here, of Animorphs fans, with a weekly reread, and I think that'll poke me to get over here more often.
But the thing of it is, even if I do get better about reading what everyone else is up to (and please, if there's anything I should know about/read do tell me/link me; if I didn't comment on something major it's a safe bet I've missed it), I don't really know what to post anymore. I feel like my Facebook status updates cover everything worth sharing, lol.
I'm using Twitter to update Facebook now, since Facebook doesn't support my new cell provider and Twitter does. However, if I'm at the computer I'll also update Facebook that way, so if you only follow my Twitter you're going to miss updates. And I don't ever actually go to Twitter. I could have fifty kajillion comments over there for all I know. People I don't know are following me and I have no idea why. I just don't really "get" the concept of Twitter as a social networking sort of thing; it's basically Facebook or even MySpace stripped down to nothing but status updates, and I don't see what Facebook was doing so terribly. (MySpace got a lot less interesting once it started trying to be Facebook, lol. I do wish you could customize your layout and such on Facebook, but at the same time it's nice because you don't have to see what kind of juvenile crap people will put on their pages given the opportunity. Your background is a bleeding heart with a knife in it, really? YOU'RE FOURTEEN. STFU.)
Not to mention, I did finally clean out the Room 'o Doom, and Cody has his office/workspace/he hasn't really decided what to call it, but now there's like ten boxes in my office that need to be better stored/organized. And I don't really have the furniture or space to do it right.
Also, I'm toying with the idea of chopping some bangs into my hair, but I'm hesitant. I'm afraid I'll look like I did when I was 14, I'm afraid that the real reason I want to do it at all is that I can't dye my hair purple at my job, I'm afraid I'll burn myself when I try to flatiron them. Also, a woman I follow on YouTube just took the plunge and while it looks awesome on her I 'm kind of afraid of being accused of being a copycat, even though I had the idea before I saw hers. (I realize how silly this last one is, yes.) I'm irritated about the job thing, because it's due to the dress code. Most of the office wears jeans and t-shirts on a daily basis in direct violation of the written dress code, and me, who wears jeans maybe twice a week and generally dresses very well, can't color my hair a crazy color because it's "unprofessional." Nor can I wear a hat. I REALIZE THAT A BASEBALL CAP WOULD BE TACKY AND UNPROFESSIONAL BUT DAMMIT I JUST WANNA WEAR A CLASSY LITTLE BERET ON MY BAD HAIR DAYS GRAAAH GRR DIE. Okay I'm better now.
Speaking of Altering One's Appearance, I'm way more into makeup than I used to be (meaning I actually bother to put it on as often as not, and like learning new tricks, and makeup now qualifies as An Interest of Mine). I follow panacea81 and xsparkage on YouTube, and kinda want to try my hand at making makeup videos. The holdbacks there: editing is time-consuming, I'm not sure I could do anything as awesome as the people already doing it do, and I'm kind of afraid of comments to the effect of "fat cows shouldn't wear makeup u tard!" Yey trolls. At the same time, when I mentioned it on the Offbeat Bride forums, I got a lot of positive feedback (plz plz plz show me how to do X!). So if I went back and posted there I'd have some automatic followers.
IDK. I guess I'm just going through an unproductive phase. Maybe I should go back to school...nothing makes one as creative as having a paper to procrastinate on. Lol. Actually Cody and I are batting that idea around, too, though honestly he'd probably go first (no way we could BOTH go back right now). Since we're married, OUR incomes are the only ones that would count for anything on a FAFSA, unlike before when our parents would factor in.Another thing we're talking about/halfassedly working towards is getting a house. The rent got jacked up when Cody moved in here and basically every time we pay the rent we get this feeling of "dammit, there's money we'll never see again. WASTE!" I think I'd be okay in a condo sort of situation (still more or less an apartment and still having a maintenance guy take care of all outdoor chores etc) but Cody wants a house and I don't strictly NOT want a house. He's promised to take care of, or pay someone to take care of, the yard work, which I don't want to mess with. (If I was in a house alone I'd be the crazy lady with the knee-high grass...) So we're saving. We're poking at real estate listings. But we haven't taken the concrete step of trying to get a loan. IDK. It's going to be a while before we move, lol.
I had more to say than I thought.
They look like this (this is the photo from the above link):
Somewhat dark-and-depressing, you'd think they'd model them after the way a certain room looked in the movie rather than just plaster a black-and-red room with posters, but whatever.
The caveat? The reason I'm posting about this at all?
That's the same comforter set Cody and I have on our bed. RIGHT NOW. (Also, we have one of those lampshades on a small lamp in the living room, which has the same black/red/apartment-carpet-tan color scheme) Cody has informed me that I am not allowed to spend another ~hundred dollars on new bedding. And considering that, for the wedding, we registered for extra sets of black sheets to match it, and now have three sets, I can see where it would be wise to stick with our investment. But it's still sucky.
On the other hand, this means that the average
And, though I shouldn't be behaving like the average annoying 14-year-old, we had it first! Neener-neener-neener! =P
(In the interest of full disclosure: No, I haven't read/watched Twilight. From what I've read/heard about it, I have a feeling that if/when I do, I may enjoy the overall storyline, but hate Stephanie Meyer's writing style. And the fact that's it's so widely inescapable is irritating no matter how good or crappy it may be.)
Do you feel the need to be the center of attention all the time? I'd rather not, unless I'm only around one person, lol.
What's one thing you can't live with out? Cody!
Have you ever been told you were dumb? The only person who could call me dumb and live to tell about it is myself!
What's the worst thing that has happened to you this week? Uhh...actually the last seven days have been pretty awesome. I had to go to work. But that was okay.
What's the cheesiest thing someone has told you? Cody and I were listening to "She's So High" by Tal Bachman and he told me I was better than Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, and Aphrodite all rolled together. XD
Do first impressions count? Yes. I can think of a lot of drama that I could have avoided if I'd gone with my gut instinct about some people instead of listening to what other people were saying about them.
What colors have your hair been? I was born strawberry blond, started dying it deep auburn/red in college. It's been some shade of those since--I tend to let it fade out and come back strong instead of keeping it up ever since I can't find the semipermanent dye I used at first. I've tried to put purple streaks in several times, but I've never bleached the hair first, so it always comes out looking like lowlights on the red. And now I can't have purple streaks at my job. =(
What are your plans tomorrow? Sleep in while Cody heads to work, then get up and clean/organize/work on the moving-in paperwork (there's more than I had thought =P).
Monday before last, as Cody and I were driving on our way to have a celebratory dinner after doing our legalities (lol), my car started jerking. I pulled into a parking lot just to get off the street--luckily it was O'Reilly Auto Parts. As my car shuddered and died, I realized my (digital) dashboard had died, no indicators of anything. Parked, tried to start up again, click click click. No dice. We went inside and got a guy to come check the car, he said it was probably the alternator or the battery (as I suspected), he tested the battery and said it had like no charge, but it could still be either--the alternator dying would kill the battery. He gave us a jump and we drove the block or so to Wayne's Auto Repair, where my cousin works. (Take your cars there, folks. Srsly.) It was closing time there, but we left the keys and got a ride back to the house (thanks April!! =D), where we took Cody's car to go have dinner.
( And then I found $5! (not really--it's an injoke) )
So if you have car trouble in or around Mountain Home, take your car to Wayne's Auto Repair (it's between AutoZone and the Exxon station where 5, 201, and 62 merge). They will do you right. (I feel like I should be handing out business cards for them. If he's going to comp us a tow I want to drum up some business for him!)
On a side note, the whole moving-in thing is working really well. Our car insurance together is considerably cheaper than either of us was paying alone. And groceries are easier. We're actually having money left over. I'd forgotten what that felt like.
The Bucket List
Place an X by all the things you've done and remove the X from the ones you have not.
Things you have done during your lifetime:
(x) Gone on a blind date
(x) Skipped school ('cause I was sick, not random class-ditching)
( ) Watched someone die
(x) Been to Canada
(x) Been to Mexico
(x) Been to Florida
( ) Been to Hawaii
(x) Been on a plane
( ) Been on a helicopter
( ) Been lost
( ) Gone to Washington, DC
(x) Swam in the ocean
(x) Cried yourself to sleep
(x) Played cops and robbers
( ) Recently colored with crayons
(x) Sang Karaoke!!!
(x) Paid for a meal with coins only (McD's)
(x) Been to the top of the St. Louis Arch
(x) Done something you told yourself you wouldn't (usually eating =( )
( ) Made prank phone calls
( ) Been down Bourbon Street in New Orleans
(x) Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose (scared a dog shitless doing it, too!)
(x) Caught a snowflake on your tongue
( ) Danced in the rain-naked
( ) Written a letter to Santa Claus
(x) Been kissed under the mistletoe (haha in Radio Shack)
(x) Watched the sunrise with someone (while driving to class, or we never would have been up that early)
(x) Blown bubbles
( ) Gone ice-skating
(x) Gone to the movies
( ) Been deep sea fishing
( ) Driven across the United States
(x) Been in a hot air balloon
( ) Been sky diving
( ) Gone snowmobiling
( ) Lived in more than one country
( ) Lay down outside at night and admired the stars while listening to the crickets
(x) Seen a falling star and made a wish
(x) Enjoyed the beauty of Old Faithful Geyser
(x) Seen the Statue of Liberty (from a LONG way away)
( ) Gone to the top of Seattle Space Needle
( ) Been on a cruise
(x) Traveled by train
( ) Traveled by motorcycle (ridden, but not TRAVELED)
(x) Been horse back riding
(x) Ridden on a San Francisco CABLE CAR
(x) Been to Disneyland OR Disney World
(x) Truly believe in the power of prayer
( ) Been in a rain forest
( ) Seen whales in the ocean
(x) Been to Niagara Falls (I was too little to remember though)
(x) Ridden on an elephant
( ) Swam with dolphins
( ) Been to the Olympics
( ) Walked on the Great Wall of China
( ) Saw and heard a glacier calf
( ) Been spinnaker flying
( ) Been water-skiing
( ) Been snow-skiing
( ) Been to Westminster Abbey
( ) Been to the Louvre
( ) Swam in the Mediterranean
( ) Been to a Major League Baseball game
( ) Been to a National Football League game
25 random things about me
(yeah, yeah, but it was going around on FB as well)
1. I think I'm the last person alive to have never seen Titanic. Even my parents finally watched it, when it came on TBS or whatever and all the naughty bits were edited out. I'm tempted to keep it that way out of sheer contrariness.
2. I hated mac and cheese growing up (and still hate the cheese-from-powder crap) and Mom fed me cottage cheese instead. I was 12 before I realized this was weird.
3. I still see traces of social awkwardness in myself from having been homeschooled, and I hate it, though I wouldn't trade my superior education.
4. I want to have a nice, solid swing that doesn't hurt my butt.
5. I have a lot of weird beliefs, but I am very passionate about them and their rightness. (For example, I believe it's wrong to take up an offering during a church service--there should be a place where people can drop their donations discreetly, instead of encouraging people to make a show of it.)
6. People can talk about how pretty Arkansas/the Ozarks is/are, but honestly, other than in brief glimpses, I don't really see it. I think I'm ruined for it. The most gorgeous tree/rock formation/waterfall is never going to get as much of a reaction as a nifty skyscraper, or even a small but beautiful architectural detail that catches my eye.
7. I've miscalculated my taxes two years running, but both times it was to my favor and the feds just sent me a bigger check than I was expecting. I still think I'm gonna all the papers to the free H&R block people at Wal*Mart this year.
8. I hate the fact that I live in a place that's so NOT diverse that I feel compelled to stare at African Americans when I spot one around here. (It's just here, not me. I don't do it in St. Louis.)
9. I have the same birthday as Albert Einstein, which also happens to be Pi Day.
10. I have never changed a diaper and it is a life goal for me to be able to say the same on my deathbed.
11. My crush on David Bowie (well, YOUNG David Bowie) is entirely my fiancé's fault. And I think his is worse. =)
12. I love Japanese candy--as Kristy put it, the textures tend to trump American candy--but I think I'll pass on any further durian candy.
13. I hate the fact that my dad was right about the mail not being any fun anymore when you're a grown-up 'cause all you get is bills. Though here lately I've been getting wedding catalogs!! =D
14. I think I've used this every time I fill one of these out--I don't own a single pair of white socks. Actually, I have very few socks that are a solid color. =)
15. I like Burger King's advertising--"Have it your way," etc. All the packaging is like "You're the boss and you are awesome because you get things custom." If only everything in life was like that!!
16. I am a plant killer. I can't help it.
17. I just learned to ride a bike last Saturday, and it made all the negative thoughts I was having about my impending birthday go away.
18. I think someone could learn more about me reading between the lines than they ever could listening to me explain myself--like, reading the things I put in memes or surveys like these, or reading the Wall of Avatars on my MySpace (which I need to redo).
19. The fact that the directions to my house include "stoplight" and "turning lane" make me happy, as does the fact that I can see a stoplight from my back window.
20. Linear distance measurements really mean nothing to me, you have to tell me How Long it takes to get somewhere for it to make any sense to me.
21. I now love watching TV that I saw advertised as a child and wasn't allowed to watch--or even the ones I WAS allowed to watch but didn't understand. My favorite of them is Frasier. I relate to Niles. =)
22. I'm now collecting Rubik's-cube-like puzzles. I have a Pyramorphix (well, it's a knockoff), an Alexander's Star, and a picture cube, along with some other puzzles of similar sorts.
23. This is how old I'm going to be this year! I swore some years ago that if I had no prospects by this age, I was going to pay for online dating. Lucky me, that's some money saved!
24. I once nearly won an essay contest. The prize would have been a trip to Italy. One of the women on the committee to read the essays stopped me in the halls some weeks later and told me I was the second choice.
25. I'm going to bed now.