I have mixed feelings about rainy days.  Sometimes I absolutely love them and find them really peaceful and pretty, but other times they're just straight up depressing.  Today was just depressing.  I got soaked going to my class at 9am, and spent the rest of the day looking soggy and gross.  And it was super cold and my feet were wet and I was in boring classes that seemed to last forever and it was just a mess.  It was the kind of day where you just want a big dry hug.

But, there is a silver lining in these terribly dark clouds because it is, finally, the weekend.

Oh, the joys of children.  The youngest just spent quite some time chasing me around with the bloody molar he ripped out of his mouth earlier.
Unattached teeth gross me out.
As far as the homework, it's hopeless.

Oreos and milk is probably my favorite snack ever.
It's just delicious.  I'm babysitting, and the 13 year old boy and I are discussing his future plans over some oreos and milk.  This kid's a genius.  He's in seventh grade and has already designed several iphone apps that can be bought online, and he's also modified a bunch of games and made them a lot better.  He's a prodigy.
Anywho, today's been a scrambled and super busy day.  I got out of class at 2:50, ran to my room to get my keys, ran to my car and booked it to the house to babysit, and while I'm driving I remember that I have to pick up the oldest at her piano lesson at 3:15, which is fifteen minutes from where I am.  So i book it to their house, open my laptop for the address, punch it into my GPS and book it to get Em, then come back to the house.  And once I get here I ask the middle child where the youngest is, and of course he says he has no idea but tells me that he has a friend over as well.  So I go hunting through the house and eventually find the child across the street playing football with his friend, and I then have to call the friend's mother to set up a pick-up time.  And then another child came over to play football in the yard, and now the middle child has a friend over to explore more computer programming endeavors.  There are six kids at this house that I am responsible for at the moment.
Crazy crazy day.
Also it was a terrible day in spanish today.  I did the wrong exercise in my spanish book so when my teacher called on me for one of the answers, I could only think of a silly elementary-age answer on the spot and looked totally stupid in front of the class.  And then afterwards I asked her if she would be my faculty reference for my study abroad to Spain application, and she said no.  Very frustrating.
I have asked three teachers to be a reference and none of them have gotten back to me.
And now I have a ton of homework due tomorrow and very little time to do it.  This blog post alone has taken over a half hour to write because I've been making snacks, settling arguments, checking on active children, and communicating with the mother.  Forget trying to work on some physics problems.
And I really really really want to see the play tonight on campus, but I keep thinking of how stressed I was Tuesday when my homework took forever because I started it at like 9pm and I don't want to do that again tonight.
So, we'll see how it goes.
Oh boy is college a balancing act.

Oh, the babysitting.
These kids are too funny.  They used to live in France and they're now explaining to me the difference between French and American school systems.  They're talking about life in France and how America sucks and now they're telling me how easy my physics homework is.  The two oldest are arguing loudly and all of a sudden the youngest just shouted 'all cats have autism' and he's dead serious.
Oh man this should be filmed, these kids.  They're all so hyper and loud and hysterical.
Anywho, I've had such an off day!  I woke up early so that I could shower before class and I didn't wake up early enough so I was rushing and then I was rushing to each class and then I was so excited about being finished with class that afterwards I completely forgot that I was babysitting today.  Lucky for me, I remembered at 2:45 that I had to babysit at three.  So I threw on my boots and stuffed my backpack and ran out the door and got here at 2:55, in perfect time.
And now I'm here with this lovely crew:

They're too funny.  It's nice to actually enjoy babysitting.  Sure, it sucks to be the rule-enforcer sometimes, but it's mostly fun because the kids listen to me (for the most part) and it's fun being silly together.
It was a really nice day.  I was super excited because in my physics class today we were doing these ridiculous equations and logarithms and such and I actually got the problems right.  Now this, as you probably don't realize, is a very big deal.
A very very very big deal.  I am horrible at math.  Terribly, embarrassingly bad at math so for me to get one of these physics equations right on the first try after not studying math for three years is a very big deal.
And I've been pumped ever since.
Anywho, I'm now going to go continue the job search and watch the big bang theory.
Happy Monday!

Yes, the fish are new.  I was reading Kesh's blog (http://thewingsofeagles.blogspot.com/ ) and it's designed really well and she has all these cool things on it so I decided to revisit my layout and make a few tweaks.  The idea was to make the blog a bit more classy and pretty, but then I stumbled upon the fish.  I got to choose the amount and the color and such and it just cracks me up so it's likely that the fish will be there for quite some time.  If you haven't already explored the fish, roll your mouse over them and they will follow it.
Anywho, you can expect a few other minor tweaks in the layout coming soon.  But none will probably be as fun as the little fish.  Enjoy!

You know what's disgusting?
Alka-seltzer.
In my Christmas stocking this year, Lucia loaded my sister and I up with ibuprofen and alka-seltzer to bring back to school.  Being that I don't usually get fevers or colds (or take medicine when I do), I wasn't expecting to be using these meds.
However, on the second day of class I got hit by a bus.
Metaphorically, of course.
A bus of flu-like symptoms which I have ignored long enough.  So finally, today I cracked open the alka-seltzer, as it advertises the relief of every single symptom I have.
But oh, is it nasty.  I have a sick feeling in my stomach now that I've downed a glass of that concoction.  So hopefully, it will work and some good will come of this.  It also says that it causes drowsiness, which is great because I'm already sleepy and trying to do homework.  So an hour from now, I'll probably be passed out for a mid-Sunday nap.
In spite of this bummer illness, I'm still enjoying the semester.  Last night a few friends came over and we all hung out in my room and played scattergories, which is one of my most favorite games.  And Tibbs made these delicious raspberry chocolate chip brownies so it was just a lovely night altogether.
And now I must be off to do some homework and be more productive than the slug I was yesterday.
Happy Sunday!

Oh, dorm life.
I'm sitting on my bed with my headphones in watching grey's anatomy, when I smell this weird burning kind of smell.  I ignored it for a bit until it got really strong, so I looked over at Tibbs and asked her if she smelled it.  We both jumped up to check the room for the fire, all the while I'm imagining every hazard in our room going up in flames.  Lucky for us, no fire.  I checked the outlet and hair straightener and twas all clear.  We opened our door into the stairwell and shoot was the burning smell strong.  We were actually nervous for a second, until realizing whatever was burning is coming from elsewhere.  We laughed.
I don't know why that scene is so funny to me.  Tibbs and I checking our dorm room for fires as if that's a perfectly logical situation.  Never a dull moment...

Oh it's been so long!
So sorry, been so busy lately.
I have fantastic news.
THIS SEMESTER IS LOOKING GREAT.
Oh, the relief.  I've successfully been to each class and I think that I will actually enjoy every single one.  So odd, so exciting.
They're looking like they'll be pretty difficult, but hey, it's college.
And now in my excitement, I've been asking every professor that knows my name if they'll be a faculty reference for my abroad applications.  I'm really not sure when I'll be going to either program, or even if I'll get accepted into the program, but as of now, I'm working on the applications.
I really have to get a passport...
Also, it's quite snowy out.  I wouldn't mind snow (I may even like it) if it didn't come with ice.  I slip/fall so frequently that the sight of ice makes me so nervous.  So I pretty much look like a fool as I take babysteps to avoid slipping-because we all know that I do that so well.
However, as excited as I am to be rid of last semester and in this one, I still have no desire to do homework.
Ugh.
Oh well, I should be off.
TGIF!

Jake&Joseph

I must have the weirdest dogs in the world.
This morning was the morning that I had been dreading for two weeks- free vaccination day.  The local firehouse was giving free rabies vaccinations to dogs and charging like ten bucks for the licensing, as opposed to a few hundred dollars that the vet would charge.
So, we had to take advantage of it.  But the thing is, Jake and Joey are only used to each other.  Jake (all seventeen fluffy pounds of him) thinks that he's a vicious attack dog and acts accordingly to any dog that he comes into contact with, sometimes even to Joey.  He's also blind, so I think that sometimes when he's snarling at another dog he doesn't realize that he's as big as the other dog's head.  This presents a bit of a conflict when taking him out into public, hence my dread.  And this wasn't just public, this was a giant room filled with hundreds of dogs.  And then there's Joey, who is the complete opposite and just gets so excited to see other dogs that he pees everywhere.  So, there was a mess ahead of us this morning.  And on top of that, Jake gets so traumatized from the car ride that he not only claws the crap out of whoever is holding him, he has to be rocked for a while afterwards because he starts shaking and having heart palpitations.
So, this morning I woke up and got the leashes and sweaters out from the dogs' drawer, and of course they came running.  For some reason, these dogs just love their sweaters.  Jake, especially, is really difficult to catch if you ever want to bathe him or cut his hair or even pet him, and when I take out the sweaters both of them come running over and then stand perfectly still while I dress them.  And yes, I realize that dressing your dogs seems silly, but the pups get cold and really seem to like being dressed, so I take advantage of it.
Anywho, so the dogs are climbing all over themselves to get to the front door in their excitement and I'm standing there trying to think of the best strategy for the car ride.
Poor Jakey, with his blindness, kept hitting the door and the seat trying to get into the car until I lifted him and Joey in.  Jake of course then latched his claws into my sweatshirt to begin the drive, and we went to the firehouse.  For the next hour I held Jake while Joey went bizerk trying to sniff every butt and lick every nose in there.  He was quite tuckered out by the end of it all.  It wasn't as bad as I expected.  I was a little nervous that one dog would start snarling at another dog and start a chain reaction, because there was at least a hundred dogs in there all walking around.  So we kept Jake off the floor and he eventually fell asleep like a little baby while we were in line, I'm not sure if he ever realized that there were other dogs there.
Like I said, I have very odd dogs.  Now Joey's nested in a blanket on the couch, and Jake is over in the kitchen licking the floor.  Just another night.
I'm going to miss my precious pups while I'm at school, they are certainly unique.
Here's some shots of them all dressed up for the day's adventure!

And of course, a video.

The Prince & Me.
I saw it on tv today and just finished watching it again.  I'm obsessed and so jealous of this imaginary life that Paige has in this movie.
Ahhh, if only an adorable prince would fall in love with me...
Anyways, such a cute movie.

The thought of going back to school literally makes me feel nauseous.
I get really anxious and sickly in times of transition.  I probably have some phobia or disorder or something, but nevertheless, I hate it.  I hate the beginning of a school year because I don't know where I'm going to be sitting in the classroom and if I'm going to be put on the spot and embarrassed and how early to leave for each class and all of those very tiny things stress me out quite a bit.
I need to do well this semester.  I need things to change because I was so unhappy last semester, I can't do it over.  I need to spend a good amount of time on my homework, I need to see more of my friends and be in my room less, and I need to start doing what I want to do.  I know it's important to compromise and all that jazz but it's time I stop worrying about everyone else and do what I want to do.
I also need to spend less money and when I do spend it, it's needs to be on fun things that I enjoy.
I need to stop being so afraid that things are going to be bad and I'm going to fail.
I need more time at home.

Boys, of all ages and walks of life, are so painfully similar.
That, my friends, is sadly the biggest lesson I have learned in the last month.  And one that I am reminded of so frequently.
They're not bad, I've decided.  And by 'they' I mean the male race.  Being that they are so similar in their raw nature, I'd saw it's just a genetic flaw.  Rather, something we see as a flaw because girls don't have this 'genetic flaw'.
You're probably lost.  I realize I'm kind of rambling in circles around the main point.
Which is:
Guys are obsessed with sex.
Touch, anatomy, kissing, bras- all things remind them of sex and they are obsessed.
There have been many many times, as I'm sure most of the girls I know can relate to, when guys have asked me about my bra size or asked me to hook up or said things to me that I considered to be dirty.
And I felt dirty.
At fourteen, I considered it to be the age group.  I figured boys were just gross because of puberty and all that nonsense.  At seventeen, I figured that since most of my friends were having sex, it was normal that that was all the guys could think about.  But even now, with guys in their mid to late twenties, who have jobs and goals, they're still just fourteen year old gross boys.
It's gotta be genetics, right?
And let me tell you, if it's true that they never grow up and get over their sex addiction, I will never be getting married.
Anywho, that's my rant of the night.
These men will be the death of me.

Oh why can't the men from The Big Bang Theory be real?  They're so nerdy and innocent, just what I need.

Oh, how I love winter break.  Love, love, love.  Endless time to hang out with friends, become obsessed with tv shows, bake princess cupcakes, and do other nonsensical fun things.
Later today I'll be going to the hospital to play with Homie, and then hanging out with my friends later.
And then tomorrow...duh duh duh.
The dentist.
Round two.
And then Tuesday I have a silly blind double date with Beckie and her boy which I have very very little faith in.  Not in Beckie, but in the date itself.  I'm not even going to think about it anymore, I'm getting a headache.
And in a week and a half, I'm going to have to go back.  I don't want to go back.  The idea of going back makes my stomach hurt.
Ugh.

So none of you are going to be ready for what I am about to tell you.
You're not going to believe or accept what I am about to say as truth.
And, five years, ten years from now, it may no longer be true.
But as of right now (get ready),
I don't think I want to have kids.
As of right now, I don't want to have kids.
I love kids.  I love babies and toddlers and even elementary age kids.  But what I've just realized is that I love returning those kids to their rightful guardians after some time.
I babysat tonight for a three month old baby girl.  A really happy, easy-going baby for only three hours.  She was really happy for almost an hour until bedtime came around and she started wailing.  She was crying, literally screaming, for probably twenty minutes.  I tried everything.  I changed her, I put her in her bouncer, her crib, her play area, nothing helped.  She finally fell asleep after I rocked her for what felt like forever, and then she woke up once I put her in her crib and started crying again.  It was a mess.  I was getting so frazzled and I just could not wait for the baby's mom to get home.
I don't want to do that.  I can't imagine being that frazzled and on edge at all hours of the night and day.  Always tiptoeing around to make sure that you don't do something to make the baby start crying and always trying to figure out how to make the baby calm down.  It brings the mother to the very edge of sanity, many jump off the edge.  I've heard of and read about so many cases when the mom literally loses her mind because the baby takes everything; physically, mentally, and emotionally and leaves the mother with a wrecked body, imbalanced hormones, and no sleep.
I don't want to completely lose myself, as well as my relationship with the baby's father because both no doubt will go down the tube after a baby comes in.
They're super cute and I love babies, but I don't want one.
Maybe I'll adopt a four year old or something, because I'll probably want some form of offspring later in life, but as of now, I do not have any desire for a baby.
This is probably really good.  I feel like my life has opened up with possibilities now that I'm not tied down with the idea of a child.
You're probably thinking about just how strange a person I am right about now and you know what, I wouldn't disagree.  I am super fickle and I change my mind all the time, but I know that if I ever marry or fall in love or whatever, I'll probably want a baby and a picket fence and the whole shabang.
But as for now, my declaration is that I don't want a baby.
However, I'm still in for a husband.
Goodnight, blog-readers.

So Homeboy had been home sick for the whole week, which is probably the most amount of days he's been out of work in years.  We originally thought he caught the stomach flu from me, but I was only sick for a day and a half.  I finally made him go to the doctor today, and they told him to go to the hospital, so he packed up his little gym bag and my mom is driving him over now.  Apparently it's super minor and everyone is really calm and acting like they're just going to the supermarket, so I'm sure he'll be fine.  I'm going to go in the morning to hang out with him.
As for now, I'm off to babysit the new youth pastor's three month old baby.  Oh, how I love the little babies.  So cute.
Happy Friday!

Oh my goodness.
Mississippi.
I could be moving to Mississippi for three months.  By myself.  All alone.  I looked at a map to the town I would be moving to, and oh my goodness is it far away.  By myself.  All alone.  1,192 miles away, in the very edge of the dirty south all alone working my first real adult job doing adult things.
I'm only nineteen.
How can I be an adult already?
Oh goodness, am I ready for this?  Am I ready to pack up and move a thousand miles away and live on my own for three months?
This has obviously turned into way more than an internship opportunity.  This is a step into adulthood.
On the one end I'm so incredibly excited for this opportunity and to be able to go back to Gulfport, MS and work directly with people who want my help.  I don't know if I've ever felt better than I have when working for Habitat for Humanity.
But shoot is it scary.  And what if I hate it?
I guess this is all kind of irrelevant because I don't know anything about this internship and I may not even accept it.
Oh, but I just loved Mississippi, and New Orleans is only the distance that NYC is to me now.
And that is where I met the imaginary man who is responsible for the internship in the first place.
Oh, but how I loved it when I was there...

I helped build that wall frame!

Oh, Mississippi.

Well, I'm going to stop freaking out and get to sleep.

Goodnight!

I got an internship offer!  

The imaginary man, believe it or not, gave his friend my email and that friend emailed me and offered me an internship for the summer.  I don't have the details yet, but his friend is the coordinator for Habitat for Humanity in Mississippi, where I volunteered back in 2009.

Very exciting!  I'm a little unsure because I don't know if it's a paid position or what specific internship opportunity they have, but it is nice to finally have an offer after all of the applications.  

I also watched the first six or so episodes of the big bang theory which I have found is probably one of my new favorite shows.

So that's my life as of now.

I'll be sure to update you!

I got so many fantastic things at best buy today!  Four movies, a cd, and an mp3 hookup all with my fifty dollar gift card!  I got Baby Mama, Phantom of the Opera, What Happens in Vegas, and Casino Royale.  I'm recently obsessed with Daniel Craig, so I'm excited to watch Casino Royale, especially since I've never seen a James Bond movie.
Steph and I just made delicious micro-waved (sorry, Tibbs) monkey bread and now we're watching Baby Mama.  We've recently become obsessed with the game 'battleship' as well, so we'll be playing that tonight as well.  It's addicting, these board games.
Last time we stayed up till four am playing battleship, but since we actually have plans at noon, we're gonna have to be in bed so we can wake up at a reasonable hour.
Anywho, I'm going to watch the movie now.  Goodnight!

It is official.  The imaginary man is no more, forever imaginary.
He was given a chance and did not take it, so I'm over it.
But back to reality.
My mom just gave me a delicious and embarrassingly easy recipe for monkey break which I am all too excited to make later when Stephanie comes over.
I slept so well last night it's ridiculous, and for some reason I'm still exhausted.  Go figure.
Also, this weekend is going by so incredibly slow.  So so so slow.  I actually have plans this weekend, so of course it's going slow.  Tomorrow I'm going out to lunch with Rachel&Russell, and this weekend I'm spending some time with Kerri&her baby, movie night with Rachel, and bowling with Homie.  Hooray!
Tonight I'm going to Best Buy also to spend my gift card which I'm actually thoroughly excited about.
I'm also excited to get a haircut which Lucia keeps putting off.  Someday these dead end locks will go!  I'm just excited to actually wear my bangs, I've been pinning them because I can no longer see.
Anywho, I'm going to watch ghost hunters with Lucia for a bit before Stephanie comes over!

Oh, what a day.  I went to the dentist and like expected, had a terrible time.  Got two cavities filled, and what I did not account for was the Novocain.  I totally forgot about the numbing and shoot is my face numb right now.  He kept having to shoot me up more because it wasn't strong enough and I could feel the drilling.
And let me tell you, the drilling is not something you want to feel.  Anywho I'm still numb and slurring and only half of my mouth can form a smile so it kind of looks like I've suffered a stroke.  So I guess it's a good thing that the skype thing fell through.
Yes, he did not show up.  The imaginary man is forever imaginary.  Tis a shame, since of course today I'm having a good hair day.
Oh, my life just got significantly more ridiculous.  There is a boy who I had a class with in high school that facebook chats me every single break.  And I'll talk to him and ask him how he is and he'll text me or chat me at like eleven pm or later asking me to come over and hang out and such and it's so frustrating.  He just chatted me and literally this is how the conversation went:
Boy: wats up
Me: hey, how are you?
Boy: im fine u?  u home?
Me: yup, for another week or two.
Boy: o nice, u single?

Like, seriously.  It's insulting that this guy only talks to me long enough to see if he'll get to hook up with me even though every time he finds out that he can't.  And then he stops talking to me.  I used to tell the truth and say I was single but then he would just send me endless texts trying to get me to come over even when I explained that I wouldn't do anything with him.  So now I just tell him I'm not single and he leaves me alone.  Oh, jersey.
Anywho, I'm going to go watch a movie or something since the imaginary man is obviously not coming on.  Bummer, I really thought he'd show.

So, after playing four rounds of battleship, Steph and I finally put in a chick flick and passed out a little after 4am (with the lights on of course).
Now it's dentist time at two, then skype date at four thirtyish.
I'll update you later!

Oh, sleep.  My dear, dear, dear friend, how I miss you.
So I watched this movie yesterday with Beckie and Steph, called Insidious.  And boy was that a mistake.  Steph slept over last night because we were both too terrified to sleep alone, and here she is again sleeping over because I'm still scared.  I couldn't fall asleep last night till around two thirty, and then I woke up at six thirty and was too freaked out to fall back asleep until around 8am.  And then I slept till 1pm.
Now, it's 1:45 and Steph and I are sitting in my living room watching Tangled because last night was such a failure of an attempt.  I'm not even trying tonight.
It's times like these that I really wish I had a husband to share a bed with.  Things would be less scary.  Even with Stephanie sleeping over it's nearly impossible to sleep.
Oh and it makes me so sad.  I so love sleeping.  But I can't get into the habit of going to bed at seven thirty when the sun comes up and then sleeping till one.  Oh how I regret watching that movie.
Also, In about twelve hours I will be heading to the dentist's office (duh duh duh).  I hate the dentist.  I hate the dentist and I love sleep and unfortunately things just aren't working out for me in those departments.  My plan is to either become so incredibly exhausted that I just pass out before I get the chance to think of the scary movie or wait until my dad wakes up for work at 3:30/4am.
The good news is that I've applied for four internships in the last two hours of putting off sleep, which is probably the worst time to apply as I am so sleep-deprived.
I also have the skype date in about fourteen hours with the imaginary man, but of course you already knew that.
I've also been pumping Stephanie with coffee for the last three hours so that she stays awake, because last night she passed out so fast that I was just left alone to be terrified and hallucinatory all on my own.
Oh how I hate nighttime.
I think I'm going to move to Alaska for the few months that it's light out 24/7.  Like in the proposal.
Hopefully someday I'll transition into a big girl and won't be so afraid of the dark.
Bleh bleh bleh well that's really all I have to say without rambling too much.
I'll probably be back, blogging more about my insomnia in another two hours...

Coffee makes me a nicer person.  It also wake me up significantly, and tastes good when it's in the Starbucks mocha glass bottles.  However, I just don't want to be a coffee drinker.  I don't want to get headaches when I miss a morning of coffee and I don't want to be a complete slug when I don't drink coffee.  I want to be naturally energetic.  Unfortunately, I'm getting old.
Yes.  I said it.  I am getting freaking old.
I'm tired/cranky most of the time and my only skills to put on my resumé are expert at changing diapers, carpooling, and caring for children.  Who wouldn't want to hire me for a business position?
So, the last thing I need to complete the transformation by being addicted to coffee like every other burnt-out mom.
Goodness, I'm only nineteen and I can feel my youth slipping through my fingers...
On the plus side, things with the imaginary man are going smoothly.
We spoke for a bit today and have our much-anticipated skype date tomorrow afternoon.  Hopefully we both show up at the correct time.
I am pretty excited, though.
Anywho, other than that my life is as usual, boring.  The good kind of boring, but nevertheless, boring.  Teeth whitening is going annoying-ly as usual, but my teeth are indeed becoming whiter!
I also returned my very expensive bra today and bought an even prettier bra half the price of the first!
Oh, the little things.
Anywho, I'm off for now, as Stephanie is on her way over.  We're doing make-overs tonight (my favorite)!
Goodnight!

After watching three hours of Once Upon A Time with Stephie and Lucia, it was time for bed.  Except lucky me- I cannot sleep.  Steph is already passed out on the air mattress and here I sit, watching How To Lose A Guy in Ten Days and blogging.  Sad, yes.  I don't know what's come over me.  I can't fall asleep anymore.  The one thing I am looking forward to after going back to school will be having a roommate at bedtime.  For some reason, I just sleep better in that room with someone else there.  It's also nice (sometimes) knowing that there are people all over the dorm that are awake at all hours.
To think I actually would admit to missing the chaos of Wilson...
Anywho, my sickness is virtually gone, aside from a lack of apetite and slightly sensitive stomach.  And life is back to normal.  In about thirty-nine hours I will be on my skype date with the imaginary man.  That is, if he ever shows.  We'll never know until we try, right?
So we shall try.  And he very well may not show up.
Anywho, I should try and sleep before it turns into a total lost cause.
Goodnight!

When watching Will.I.Am on the New Year's Eve special on ABC tonight, Homie looks at me and says :'will.i.am?!  Is that his name, like really?  More like stupid.he.is!'  Twas quite a night.  Lucia had two friends over and I, being sickly and friendless, watched the nye special and played scattergories with them while drinking sparkling cider.  It was a very nice evening, although I am not not feeling too well.  But who knows, I'm still hoping to wake up in nine hours and feel good as new.  It is, after all, a new year.

There's something nice about the idea of a fresh start, a new year.  Undamaged, pure, with so many possibilities.

I refuse to let my stomach flu detract from the excitement of 365 days of possibilities.  As for now, I'm going to spend this first night listening to Michael Bublé and doing what I do best-sleeping.

Goodnight, and happy new year to you.