Romantic Weekend? Eh..What do you consider romantic?

I know it's gooby. But I have one of those relationships that every time I say goodbye to my boyfriend we plan the next trip to see each other. So, since Christmas, we planned a weekend in February to see each other. That's just what you got to do when you live thousands of miles away from each other.

So, like any couple, we planned to see each other valentine's weekend. But then Columns Society got in the way of that. So the next weekend. Of course!

But of course, it's me. Can my life be that simple? No. NO. NO NO!!

Monday:Valentine's.

Tuesday:Elections. I am fine.

Wednesday: Is that fever I feel? Maybe. I will go to the doctor. Oh doctor, I do not have the flu? Okay great. Yes, you can give me two shots. I am going out of town this weekend.

Thursday: I feel okay. It's time to go see Richard.

Friday: Congrats! It's "you got the flu" friday!!! Yippee! BECAUSE IT IS THE ONE TIME YOU CAN GET SICK!

It would have been a terrible weekend but...

Here we had spent all this money (we split the airplane ticket fare) and I was sick the whole time. However, it made me love him in a whole new way. He had no problem letting me know I still had snot on my face. He had no problem feeling my head for fever, fetching more tylenol. He had no problem with just sitting in, scouring hulu for good reruns. He had a gift for me every day in DC but the real gift he never intended on giving was playing my doctor. He is a huge planner and to have me ruin his plans...well he just went along with it.
I hope you all get to meet him and even though my valentines day weekend mainly involved sudafed, tylenol, some kleenex and a whole lot of parks and recreation..it still involved the guy I that I kinda of love. :)
So this is my ode to Richard.

Thanks for having the role of my boyfriend in my sitcom life. I am sorry that it makes you get involved on my terrible comedic timing of a life.

So turns out the flu can be romantic....in the "honey, you've got a bat in the cave" type of way.
He deserves it.

Peace out 2010!!!

Peace out 2010! Wasssup 2011??

It is almost overwhelming to think back on my first semester and tell you everything that has happened.

I tried (and succeeded) with SUPER long distance relationship. (wassup 14 hours away?!)

I lost a major thanks to the liberal arts department. Minor in journalism, anyone?

I finally let go of my GPA and held closer to my friends.

I got the new name of scarimanna. It is one of endearment. I promise...or at least I hope.

I sacrificed a huge goal and lost another.

I learned you can't always get what you want. It was a really hard one to swallow.

I kept a nursery at a church. Diapers have nothing on me now.

I watched relationships form. I saw break-ups unfold.

I saw the Rebels play not so well. Let's hear it for the golf team.

I am still trying to juggle how to accept friend's lifestyles but not be a part of them.

I had a friend come out of the closet. An evening and a conversation I will never forget.

I fell in love with photography and now I eat, sleep, and dream it.

I started keeping a journal of all the books or movie plots I would like to submit. It's got a 100% of never leaving my red moleskin but it makes me feel like a struggling soulful writer...so I keep the habit.

I am still trying to realize God is always present. And that in moments of defeat, He is there. And in moments of victory, He is there.

I am trying to improve prayer life....eesshh...not going so well.

I am sorta trying to decide what to do after May 2012.

But, alas, it is only January 2011. This day ain't over.

So, now, I am going to live it.

The Series Finale

The Series Finale is not usually the second entry or episode of the show.

But, when I have ever done anything on time?

Tonight, I had to say goodbye to the leading man in my TV show life.

Over a year ago, I drove my little white car to Philadelphia for the first time. My nerves were fluttering in my stomach. I was blasting air conditioner to deter the glistening sweat that was forming all over due to the incoming meeting.

I was on my way to meet Don and Sharon McKay and all of Philadelphia.

Naturally, because it is me, I got lost due to my GPS system, who is lovingly called Jean after my fifth grade teacher ( not so lovingly). It had me turned all the way around.

I get there. And a question that is so simple yet so vital--ring the doorbell or knock? Knocking sounds so harsh. Ringing the doorbell seems so alarming.

I do not remember what I did but I do remember walking in the door, sitting the down, and thinking...I can eat Thanksgiving for the rest of my life with these people.

That was my first of my many pilgrimages to Philadelphia.

And tonight, I made my last.

Richard, my leading man, is moving to Washington DC to follow his political dreams.

And in so doing, my trips to Philly are ending as well.

It was an ending perfect for a TV show-I ate dinner at a restaurant I have been begging Richard to take me to ever since we started dating.

We ate with his friends who have become my friends.

And I said goodbye to the Philly life, but as I was doing it, a song played and Don waved goodbye.

I hate waiting for the new tv season to start because you never know what is in store.

And you always think it cannot get better than last season.

Here's to a great season. And a great ending.

And hopefully, a wonderful beginning.

There's a spider in my shower (In a Woody voice)

OK.

OK.

I know that I do not write on here.

Period.

I mean my own background kicked the bucket. That's a bad sign.

But the good news is...there's more to come.

My tv moment of the day:
Turn on my water for the shower. Step in. I am nude. Obviously. There is a HUGE spider in the shower with me. But, remember, I am nude. So I have so much exposure to be bitten. I am trapped. I hate spiders. I jump out, grab toilet paper and try to terminate the spider by squishing it. Fail. The toilet paper turned soggy. It was killing a monster with a marshmellow..or better..a cotton swab. I run out of the shower leaving a trail of tears and hot bath water to grab my chaco..I felt this is the most water-proof shoe I own. I grab it, jump in the shower, and kill it.
Problem #2- HUGE spiders dont go down drains. So I am stuck bathing with 8 legs. Gross. I grab toilet paper. Again. But this time the soggy stuff can at least pick up a dead spider. So, from the now safe insides of my shower, I aim and throw the toilet paper and spider into the toilet. GOAL!
Problem Solved.

Now tell me that will not be the next slapstick comedy on NBC. That's what I thought.

Happy trails! Check your showers.