<<< I just want everything to go back to normal.  These past four days have been crazy.  I'm bending and bending and trying not to break.  Oh how I pray that things will get better soon.

Some Days You're The Pigeon, Some Days You're The Statue,

Gina*

P.S.  I think there should be a Customer Service department for life.  Of course it would have limited accessibility.  But that way if you had a crappy week, you could just take it back and exchange it for a new one of better quality.  Well, I can dream, can't I?

<<< I really should be sleeping right now but I'm hyped up on the aftermath of delicious cheesecake and a hilarious game of Balderdash. Now that I have located a boy who can make yummy baked goods, I shall endeavor to remain friends with him for as long as my sweet tooth endures. On a more serious note, though, I found myself deep in thought the other night on the drive home from Phil's house. For some reason I have been having reoccurring dreams about people from my past. That got me to thinking about all of the random people I have been friends with over the years, mostly in high school. It was weird remembering the times I had with folks I no longer hang out with. Since I got to college I have grown so much and become such a different person, it makes me uncomfortable to recall some of the activities I used to participate in. Mostly, I can't believe how foolish I was to think that some of those people were actually good friends to have. Before anyone gets offended, that last sentence was aimed at a large number of people from my past, so I don't want anyone to jump to conclusions and assume I'm specifically talking about just them. All I really mean to say is that now that I have found friends who would do anything for me and who I consider to be my second family, it's strange to look back and realize I once picked out some of the same loyal qualities in people who didn't really have them. Suffice to say that I'm glad I've moved on and matured, not only in my mindset about friends but in my mindset about dating too. Instead of being so anxious to just have a boyfriend, I've raised my standards and decided that I'm waiting for someone who will be the kind of guy I deserve (a.k.a. a super awesome amazing one). Being single won't be so bad as long as I can cling to the hope that once I do find someone, he's going to be wonderful and everything I've been waiting for. I could go on about this for days but my conscious is telling me it's time for bed.

I Don't Want No Scrubs,

Gina*

P.S. After forty long days of dessert abstinence, I got to partake of my Girl Scout cookies. Conclusion: Tagalongs are tiny pieces of peanut-buttery heaven.