Ok, it's been some time now. I apologize. Excuse me for having a life.

Or don't.

Like a lot of my posts, this one is one of those "I'm really tired and it's 1:30am and I have class in 8 hours" deals. I keep thinking of all this insightful, interesting, juicy stuff I want to write but I'm usually in class when that happens, and I don't like to journalize my innermost thoughts when the kid sitting behind me playing poker can read every damn thing I write, if he cared to.

Aight I really am sleepy, so I'll be as succinct as possible now, maybe elaborate later. Me tired, classes good, one actual work, rest not so much, only 4. No Fridays. V. good. Have lots of time to be a gosh darn good CA (ahem), UCTVing, perfecting resume for (hopeful) upcoming interviews. Keeping busy, keeping organized, haven't yet made it to the gym. Damn.

Good boyfriend! Really good boyfriend. Still a dork. Makes me happy, among other things ;) Goin to Dane Cook (my treat) and then to Ben Folds/Gavin Degraw (his). He got a CA job in Hilltop Apartments, in a double, in which the roommate is leaving in mid-Feb, so he landed himself a pretty sweet deal there. Which means so did I. Life is good.

WONDERFUL friends. I love my J girls. Good floor, good neighbors.

Goodnight.

I'm going to start this post the way I start most of my posts - I'm sleepy.

The semester ended, I pulled a 3.888 for the semester (A- in both accounting classes, A's in everything else, go fig), made Dean's List, stayed at school til the bitter end inspecting rooms (TWO extra floors because Reslife came near to "removing" another beloved staff member), came home, Christmas shopped, Christmassed, de-Christmassed, shopped for a futon, bought a futon, transported a disassembled (is that a word?) futon, assembled a futon, spent New Year's with Ryan and his family, spent lots of time with Ryan. Which brings us to now, so let's slow down and focus on some key anecdotes.

Various family members have had some good one-liners in the past couple weeks.

My brother:

Dad - "How's the coffee?"
brother - "Cold, bitter, and black...the same way I like my women."

brother (in church) - "Everything was going ok, until the priest told us to lift up our hearts....ouch!"

Dad:

(to my sister, Christmas morning) - "Wait, read who it's from."
sister - "To Elizabeth, from....Vice President Dick Cheney."
Dad - "He came! I knew he'd come!!"

Grandma:

(upon having her paper towel tube taken away) - "Hey! Give me back my doot-da-doo!"

That's all I remember for now. Last night the plan was I was going to Ryan's house, and from there going with his family plus a couple friends to his uncle's (luxurious super-rich) house. Of course, predictably, and as a matter of consequence, my car wouldn't start. And also of course, I was running late. But after a jump-start, test drive, and battery terminal-cleaning session, my wonderful father had me all set to go. I am very lucky to have my dad. And my mom. And everything. I made it just fine, and met a bunch of people, danced with his aunt, did a couple shots, made out in a closet....it was a good time. Happy New Year ;)

The next day (I stayed over at his house last night), or in other words today, we did....nothing. And it was great. Watched Goldmember, some Futurama, more hanging out with the family....I didn't drag myself out until almost 9:30pm, having been seduced with cheesecake. And then my car wouldn't start. And the knob on the heat control thingie broke, so my car was heatless. The AC was working just fine, but I could not persuade the knob to emit warm air. Another jump-start got the car moving though (thanks Ryan's dad), and I made it home. Just in time to hear three 12 year-old girls be just as loud as they could possibly be having pillow fights and hitting each other with blunt objects or something. Who knows. My sister is having a sleepover.

I wonder how many times I've mentioned Ryan by name so far in this post. Ryan might be keeping track. We've been together officially now about a month and a half, and I am...well, thrilled. We're doing better than I could have imagined. He's great, incredibly affectionate, his family loves me, my family likes him (to be fair I probably spend more time with his family than he with mine) - it almost starts to enter the realm of too good to be true. If you believe in that kind of thing.

I can more or less control a building of 250 UConn upperclassmen - why are the 3 twelve year-olds next door any different?

G'night.