rumor has it: every time you say 'happy holidays', an angel gets aids. - jon stewart
the last few days have been interesting (at best), and i've found myself wondering how i'll make it through the next two and a half years without my own apartment.
(those two thoughts are somewhat independent of each other, but not really.)
let's make the half-hearted/fully chronological list:
tuesday morning: during a talk with the bishop, my name was mentioned in regards to my [current] ideal job as the youth director for my diocese. he said he was willing to wait 5-6 years to find a female for the position -- one with a master's in divinity. apparently, i'm already a candidate. (eep!)
tuesday evening: i was asked out on a date. no set time or day; tentatively set for the post-thanksgiving weekend. i'm a tad giddy.
wednesday: drove home in a car of 5 people. it was a nightmare. i don't want to talk about it.
thursday: hung out with my whole family, which means i spent the majority of my day eating and talking with great people. got a message via myspace that someone i adore was thinking of me. i fell asleep with a smile on my face.
today: saw 'happy feet'; bought some ugly white boots for the snow; made an awesome pizza (my mom made the dough) and a citrus-raspberry salad dressing that i'm really proud of; currently watching "cinderella man" on a projection screen made of a white sheet.
take note: my days get progressively less interesting as the week goes on; and yet, i'm still happy.