I've been occupied by the usual, you know, working, packing and unpacking my belongings a few more times than should be necessary. Spending the weekends sampling various Four Loko flavors, fruit punch and lemon-lime contending for favorite status. And then there's this whole new running hobby, which is unfortunately incongruous with binge drinking malt liquor. Oh and there's that whole "being in like" with some guy. I can't call it love because no one has said it and I'm not going to be the one to utter those words first, except I almost muttered it in a hazy moment just before falling asleep the other night, hopefully he didn't notice. We spend our weekends going on dates as a trio with his roommate which makes me feel like I'm perpetually trapped in some situational comedy.

I just had a birthday which always inspires a freak out ohmygodwhathaveIaccomplished moment, this year worse than most, mostly exacerbated by my best friend forever deciding to skip the celebration. I try to keep myself well above petty drama but I've been so overcome by rage and dissapointment. The guy, he tried to make it better by showing up at my door at midnight, with a surprise present no less, and you know, I don't think any guy has ever done something like that. Most of them would have probably been too inconvenienced. This one, he is special.