Who Puts Unopened Cans of Soup in the Fridge?

Well, the past three weeks have pretty much been a blur. I say that probably because the lack of sleep is beginning to blur my vision. Its tough sometimes, being so responsible. Because I've been so busy taking care of everyone/everything else, my personal responsibilities have been slacking. Like the fact that I have several not-quite unpacked bags on the floor of my room-from more than one trip. Or the fact that my bedroom could use a good vacuuming (I don't sweep carpet).

And then all this other random crap has been going on, like trying to get my insurance changed over to be from UD instead of through my parents, or getting a flat tire yesterday, or having to go to an old fart breakfast this morning. Plus my roommate always has something dramatic going on, and I have to be the supportive friend-even though she's making all of her own problems and won't listen to advice to improve them.

Plus, I'm really tired of being single. I know, I know-broken record...I keep repeating myself. But I have a serious need for some cuddling. I need to be able to come home from a crappy day like yesterday and say, "can we just curl up on the couch for a few?". I may not look it, but I'm emotionally needy. I guess I'm just pretty decent at hiding it. But anyone who's had me hang all over them or curl up in their lap at a party while I was drunk knows what I'm really like.

It probably doesn't help that a female friend told me over the weekend that I now have the equivalent of an internet boyfriend (how depressingly pathetic) and then my roommate points out that it is just a shining example of how I create long distance/unmaintainable relationships (like she knows anything about a successful union of two people). I will just blame her statement content on the lack of eligible bachelors in the metropolitan area.

I'm having one of those moments of doubt right now. One of those "I should just quit school after my masters, find some guy to settle down with, marry and make babies" moments. It just makes me laugh because I'm probably only a day or two away from having my future PhD school review my application (just waiting for that one last recommendation letter to float in).

Ever wish you could have a sober person by whom you could run any statements you plan to make when drunk? I think I would benefit greatly from this setup. Not that I'm not humorous when I say these things, but its not all that much fun to watch yourself saying stupid things on video the next day.

I apologize for the wandering-my brain is too sleep deprived to stay on any one thought for too long...

Americans should have siestas built in to the work day.

My Random Bit of Crazy for the Day...

So, last weekend I led this 1st year leadership retreat where we got to do high ropes teambuilding type activities. I was climbin' on all types of crazy things with reckless abandon. So of course, my legs are covered in bruises (if you were to ask my college roommates, they'd say I bruise like a piece of fruit). I've got this humongous bruise on the back of one of my thighs, some on my knees and shins, etc. Well, that was Saturday morning. Sunday morning I went and played soccer and some goliath stepped on my big toe in the first 30 seconds of the game. When I checked after the game, he'd stepped so hard with his cleats that the nailpolish in the spot in the middle of my nail where he stepped had cracked off. Now the nailbed is bruised, and it is uncomfortable putting on socks in the morning. I'm afraid the darn thing is gonna fall off.

Anyone ever lose a toenail? How does it feel? How long does it take?

Then Sunday night my roommate's dog got riled up and jumped on an already tweaked ankle-I must have stepped funny during the game-and really hurt it. It hurts to put my shoe on (its right there under the ankle bone). I'm not saying all this stuff to be a whiner or a crybaby, its just like, damn, if I'm not careful I'm just gonna be one big bruise. And now I have to be careful what skirts and dresses I choose to wear to my conference this weekend to hide the bad ones so people don't think I have an abusive boyfriend or something (actually, that would require people thinking I have a boyfriend, so I probably don't have to worry about that).

I think I may need a bubble to live in. Yeah, that would be good...