*for heaven's flakes*
It's snowing. Again. It was cute in November when it snowed and I got all excited. It was even nice to have it accumulate in January when Amanda and I got the neighbor guys to come out in the street and have a snowball fight. It is starting to get old.
I was thinking today of how much I love flip-flops. When the weather is nice, you can just slip them on with some jeans and a tee shirt and go. The snow is pretty, but I'm sick of walking to class in it.
I got a parking ticket the other day. I would like to take this opportunity to vent about how intensely I loathe the UK parking authority. It is absolutely rediculous to ticket a reporter if they are parked illegally because they are waiting for the police to show up for an interview. How silly. Still, I will pay the $15, take a deep breath, and set my eyes toward graduation when I will never have to return to this God forsaken wasteland of limited parking availability.
I had fun this past weekend with some Kernel friends in Cincinnati...we went gambling on Friday night and then Jonathan and I spent Saturday shopping and loafing around bookstores. It was an absolute blast. My brother and nephew were in town Saturday night and took me out to eat...then Andrea and I went to McCarthy's (the pseudo-Irish pub downtown). We had fun, and she ended up asking one of her guy friends to go to their winter formal for dentistry school.
So, of the three girls in my house, there are all degrees of relationship severity. Amanda is still..still...STILL with her boyfriend. I can't fathom being with someone that long without any sort of commitment. I would be miserable. Andrea is single and ready to mingle, with a date coming up. I think the guy she's going with would be good for her, but it's not up to me. I am somewhere in the middle...I could turn things into whatever I want them to be. I don't mean to sound conceited, but I'm beginning to think that boys get infatuated with me far sooner than I get that crazy about them. Their feelings burn hot and intense for a while and die out just about the time I start to care. I'm happy where I am right now. I have a boy to spend time with...(he even made dinner for me last week!)...he's intellectual, interesting, and passionate about photography. He also has a great sense of humor. My heart is definately not on my sleeve though, and it is going to take time.
I think my biggest problem is that I compare everyone to my ex-boyfriend and they never come close. Maybe it's because I'm not giving them a chance...
The Valentine's Day countdown is on...only 5 more days until the massacre commemoration.
