She would get the flowers herself

As I was laying in bed reading earlier I came to a startling revelation...

Virginia Woolf's writing appeals to me so much because my brain works in exactly the same way that she writes. Paragraphs and paragraphs of what seem to be unconnected thoughts and descriptions that melt together to form beautiful, usually somewhat melancholy pictures.

Weird. And, you know, vaguely awesome. Well...awesome until I remember that Virginia Woolf put stones in her pockets and walked into a river anyway.

Weirdest day ever(?)

Hey, you know what makes for an interesting Saturday?

Spending all morning curled up in bed with your ex-boyfriend (whose house you spent the night at) watching television and snuggling semi-platonically (look, it's complicated) and then having him drop you home so you could get ready for your date later that night.

You know what makes the entire situation even more ridiculous? Coming in to his house last night at 2am and having to make small talk with his mom who was still awake. Oh, and also, falling down the stairs this morning because you hadn't had anything to eat or drink (that wasn't rum) in over 12 hours. Oh yes, I am a magnificent creature.

I accidentally told Ben about the date too and he kept trying to talk to me about it. Sigh. At least I am in no way hungover or else this evening would be looking so much worse. For my sake, I hope this guy can hold a conversation because my life is awkward enough today.

Fishing?

Well, after the absolute atrocity that was Friday night (I really think the lowest I have ever felt was being told by the guy I am crazy about that he "loves me like a sister"), I finally gave in and joined a popular dating website last night.

It was terrifying and hilarious and my results so far are also both terrifying and hilarious. I may not find a new love, but I am going to enjoy this, I think.

Also, I am back on the gym bandwagon. Having a partner in crime really helps get my butt in gear.

Also also, "Arrested Development" is hands down one of the funniest shows ever made.

Tu sonrisa me mata

Tonight I have only one observation:

There is nothing that pudding can't make better.

Something about wishes being horses

Sometimes I wish life were a giant Etch-a-Sketch. I have positively no talent for either, but at least with the Etch-A-Sketch everything is fixed with a couple of shakes and then, poof. Nothing.

Well, ok, maybe I should say I wish my brain were an Etch-a-Sketch.

Or, you know, maybe I should just go to bed.

I have a much longer post in the works

Meant to update the blog this weekend, but instead I slept for a total of 26 hours and spent the rest of my time prone on the living room couch half watching FRIENDS and half zoned out. I have no idea what's up with that, but hopefully it will be done with by morning. Zoning out at work tends to lead to very unhappy people in Argentina and Costa Rica.

What to expect in my forthcoming update of epicness:

1. Obama highlights
2. Navel Gazing
3. Some really vague wonderings about the future and what I might do with it

For now, though, I am going to bed. I really seem to like it there right now.

Aren't my internal allergies enough?

1. I have this weird bumpy rash thing on my inner forearms and I have NO idea what from. I just hope it isn't some weird side effect of...that. I mean, rationally I know it isn't, but. Erg. Go away, rash!

2. 4 days till D.C.!!

3. My uterus is trying to kill me.

4. Saturday night I have to go out to a Colombian restaurant with my work "team" and, for once, my stupid supervisor will be there so I can't even bitch about work! I sense a looooot of rum being imbibed.

5. I am still typing to STOP FROM SCRATCHING.