I feel like there's so much to say

I just - finally - watched the last episode of Sex & the City. I l-o-v-e-d it. Of course the part about everyone living happily ever after in love was amazing, but the absofuckinlutely best part was when Carrie walked into the coffee shop to see her three best friends that she'd been away from for so long. I cried and cried and cried. I miss my girlfriends from home so so much. Gabby, Christina and Lauren are my three soulmates (I love you too Kris, you're in a different ballgame) and I hate that I'm away from them for so long. We talk as much as we possible can with our crazy lives - we all have school, work and dating to handle - but sometimes I feel like it's not enough. God, I miss then so much. I know all three of you have seen the show and I know that you all know how I'm feeling. Let's go home soon?

Valentine's Day. It was nice. Nice. N-Dawg came to the city with some take out after I told him that I was stuck at school. (Yeah for the GO! Waynesburg Party last night!) It was really sweet and he even got me a teddy bear. It wasn't the best VDay I've ever experienced, but I'm content. I guess. I dunno. Okay, let's just end that thought right there, thanks. If you know my rational, you're a cock and I love you very much.

By next week I will have officially applied for an internship. God, I kinda hope I get it - I haven't thought about looking for more to apply to! Ha. Agh, I'm actually pretty terrified. Can we go to Neverland and not do the growing up thing? That'd be awesome. Btw, I watched Hook the other night for the first time in awhile - still AMAZING.

Tomorrow morning, before my painful organic chemistry test, I'm getting my less painful MRI. It's just for fun, I mean for my elbow. Who knows, maybe I'll meet a cute doctor.

I did meet a cute Blockbuster guy. My god, that place is soooo incestuous (what a bad word, I don't even know if it's spelled correctly). I met up with some of the old crew to go sledding on Sunday and a new member of the crew (who will here on in be named the BBV boy) was so adorable and totally flirting with me like we were in kindergarden. I took a little flop on the snowboard and he helped me up, only to follow it with the throwing of a snowball. It was just all so cute. And the BUTTERFLIES were there. I have no idea why because I don't know anything about him. I don't know the BBV boy's last name, but our five-hour encounter this weekend is making me more excited than this entire thing with N-Dawg. I need that feeling - I haven't felt it in so long. But I'm going to try not to get too excited. I don't even know if he is seeing anyone. Maybe I'll have to find out...

Have a terrific Thursday!