It's about that time. And now that I know someone actually READS my blog, the motivation to put my random thoughts into this big memory box has shot through the roof.

I talked to Kelly on the phone last night which was great because I miss her like I'd miss chocolate if it were so ruthlessly ripped from my life. Apparently the temperature is capable of making it over 50 degrees off yonder down under, and that equals a good time. So I'm glad she's having a good time. I really should have counted how many times the statement "I love Kelly" resonated through the apartment last night and this morning. It's true, she's a lovable gal.

I also got to talk to Chelsea last week which was great. It was so nice to talk to her and to hear her laugh and to know she's doing alright. It really isn't the same without her here and I look forward to her making fun of me again. That, and I enjoyed the talk of her roommate who neglects hygiene. Poor Chels dawg. It'll be great to have the gals back next year. Next semester would be ideal if Little Alexis didn't have to up and leave us.

It turns out that my unhappiness with having to leave the apartment to watch hockey was relieved when I realized all the games were on cable. So instead of bar-hopping (which doesn't really count as bar-hopping if you're not 21, I suppose) I spent the entire weekend camped out on the couch, rotting my brain and my body while watching the games on TV. I was delighted to see UMD beat Michigan State on Saturday, though. What was even better was the show they put on against the Gophers on Sunday, elminiating the rodents. They play again tomorrow morning and I can't wait to witness the massacre.

I'm a little upset at the thought of spending all of Saturday at a bar just so I can watch hockey. And with Minnesota playing at noon, and Darren NEEDING to see that game, and UMD playing at 3:30 (and let's face it, we all should see that game) it looks like that's just what's going to happen.

What does make me happy, however, is the lack of laundry-doing Goldfiners roaming the halls and haunting the laundry room this week. I'm almost tempted to re-wash my already washed clothing because I'm unsure when washing machines will be available for me to wash it again.

I'm perplexed by the dry, scaly, flaky disgustingness that is consuming what was once my skin. How could dry skin be taking over my body, AND MY LIFE, when I douse myself in lotion after I shower each and every morning? I just don't get it. And no, I don't have anything better to blog about.

Somehow in the past two days I've transformed into an overemotional pile of snotty toilet paper. Yesterday I was nearly crying listening to country songs that I had heard a million times before, songs I knew all the words to. Anything that could possibly be construed as emotional gets me all welled up.

It's not normal emotional things either...goodness no. It's things like my mom being nice to me and me missing her terribly despite seeing her A WEEK AND A HALF AGO. And once I start crying, I cry about everything. I cry because I school has got me stressed out and I got a C (a C, for God's sake!) But then I start thinking and I cry because I miss my dog or my family or Darren. Then I start thinking about how selfish I am for feeling sorry for myself and that makes me cry more. Then I think about the poor starving children in Bosnia that will never play a game of LIFE before they die (if they make it to heaven they get to play LIFE for sure) and that makes me feel even guiltier because I'm so fortunate and I cry even harder. All in all, it's a vicious cycle.

Alas, I must, once again, be a slave to all that is homework. And to think I don't even have any beer to get me through it.

*I should note that this state of overemotionality is not that-time-of-the-month induced. Crazy, eh?

Contrary to what I had hoped for, spring break has come to an end and I am back at school. Now all the things that I thought could wait until after spring break (because spring break will never end, remember) have smacked me in the face and left me reeling.

I had a spectacular break, spent with Darren himself. We ate unhealthy amounts of buffalo wings, stayed up late, played Playstation, drank too much pop and made fun of each for a week a half straight. The fact that it was absolutely freaking awesome goes without saying.

Then there was the trivia at Buffalo Wild Wings. Two things as good as trivia and wings should never be combined, as I now fear I may have to sell all of my possessions, hair and kidneys included, to support my needs. And of course once we were finished up with our wings and trivia we had to hurry home to catch Jeopardy. Could it be an old married couple in the making?

I was thinking I might get sick of the kid after spending nearly every waking moment together for ten days, but I just left thirsting for more. In fact I can't wait to graduate in December so I can be a complete bum for the first few months of next year (in familial tradition) and hang out at his pad for another week or two or...I might just not leave.

I met his family. I was scared shitless, but they're good people and I look forward to seeing more of them. I just talked to my mom who told me how much she adores Darren. This is all going too well. I expected my infatuation to peak and to be falling off by now, but that doesn't seem to be happening. It's growing like a weed and I don't see a decline (hell, I don't even see a plateau) in sight.

In conclusion I would like to acknowledge that, yes, I have turned into one of those girls who chatters incessantly about her boyfriend on subjects that really couldn't matter less, about things that no one (besides me, of course) finds cute or amusing or even worth listening to. I hate people like me.

earlier today, in true fat kid fashion, i microwaved marshmallows until they were fluffy and gooey, then stuck chocolate chips (cassi's chocolate chips that i am supposed to simply "watch over" until she lets sugar back into her life) into the soft marshmallowy goodness. if there's anything i've learned since moving into this apartment, it's that chocolate chips go with ANYTHING.

spring break has basically started for me. tonight the gals and i are going to drink (just a bit) and play LIFE. it has been too long. far, far too long. i'm skipping my classes tomorrow morning, sleeping in, recovering and acting like a bum in general. tomorrow evening mister darren is coming, we're headed home for the weekend and on sunday it's on down to the cities with me, where i will stay until sunday. that means i get to see my sister, who i haven't seen in over a month (which happens to be the longest period of time i have ever gone without seeing her.) however, i do have to meet mister darren's family, which is shattering my hopes of a week-long alcoholic tizzy.

now i would like to make a very important vow. for the next twelve days, homework will not be a concern to me. casual reading, sure. if i'm feeling the itch maybe i'll even start writing a paper. but i will not stress out over anything school-related. i'm not sure i've ever been so excited about anything in my life. if i got a puppy i'd be more excited about that though.

my weekend wasn't quite as good as i had hoped it would be. i did, however, drink an entire gallon of chocolate milk in a 19-hour span. keep in mind i wasn't TRYING to drink a lot of it...i just couldn't get enough. also keep in mind that i was asleep for roughly 13 of those 19 hours. can you say addiction?

i had an interview type thing at eight a.m. yesterday. what kind of sick bastard asks a college student to come over and chat at eight in the morning on a SATURDAY? i wasn't so impressed with the meeting time but i still hope i get the gig. i always kind of wished i were in a band so i get could real gigs. i just have to settle with trying to help tell the history of a town that no longer exists.

i'm feeling rather funny inside. it's like menstrual cramps disguising themselves as my stomach trying to eat my uterus. i think it's rebelling against my lack of chocolate milk intake for the past nine hours.