This weekend I have been having a grand ol' pity party for myself. I don't know if it's a full moon or just random girl hormone crazies. My new city is FULL of married couples. In fact, from now on in this blog I will refer to my current city as MarriedMecca. Maybe I've just been watching too much Say Yes to the Dress on TLC. I despise that show and yet I've watched no less than ten episodes. It's not that I want to be married. I have yet to meet someone I could stand to marry and picture myself happy. However, I do desire companionship. I found a website today where you can become Penpals with an inmate. YES!
You know what's worse than MarriedMecca? All the hot dads running around this town. It's RIDIC. Some foxy father was fitting me with new running shoes and I'm just thinking, WHY IS THE UNIVERSE AGAINST ME? Now I'm just being dramatic, but still! Hot Dad Central.
I am ready to go home. I have two weeks till I get to drive the 8 hours back to my home state for a week of break. I wish I were going somewhere fancy with a beach and the ocean. However, that is not the case. Sometimes I'll catch myself calling my apartment "home". This always takes me by surprise and I'll correct myself in conversations. Someone asked me the other day when I was going to get new plates for my car. Neveeeeeeeeeeeeer!
This weekend I had a friend visit from home. It has been so much fun laughing and doing lots of shopping. V. needed big girl clothes because she openly wears neon colors and old band t-shirts from highschool. Neither of which constitute a real outfit suitable for someone over the age of 12.
