i'm glad i've had some friends come and go but there's no way to know which ones you'll wish you had around all along. i like where things could go.

hoy. i'm so not lookin forward to waking up early tomorrow. i mean waking up early usually sucks ass, but i'm physically exhausted.

and sore.

so sore that writing hurts. i'm not kidding. apparently i was ready to go balls out and spar someone instead of just do bag work at muy thai on friday, and apparently i did fairly well...but apparently my mucles were having none of it. i was feeling a little sore when i went to bed on saturday morning, but come waking up about four hours later i could barely move. i couldn't just move a limb, i had to move my entire body to move. i won't even go into the joy i experienced when i tried to sit on the toilet in the morning.

but i fucking showed up on saturday morning to do it again! and now i'm fucked up! and speaking of fucked...guess who's parents are coming for new years (jewish new years people...jewish new years)?

oh yea...one glorious weekend...mother, father, and brother all in my apartment. you can't see my face at the moment, but i guarantee you it is the face of sheer excitement [/end total sarcasm]. i'm not dreading it...okay i'm not dreading it completely, but it's going to be interesting to say the least. it'll be even more interesting since dinner is at my place on friday and thought i have an idea of what i want to serve, i'm thinking it'll be a no-go when my parents arrive. woot. i'm so beyond fucking excited.

anyway...i had a decent weekend. met up with good date-guy again. strangely enough, the same day i pretty much figured i'd probably never hear from him or see him again, i got a phone call saying he and a friend were in town and that he would like to meet up. naturally, i skipped class and hung out with them, and once again had a good time with him. so fucking unfair! couldn't he have been like a total douche? couldn't i have had a horrible time? nooooo, i had to have an ejoyable time and genuinely enjoy his company both times...nope, i had to walk away at the end of the night and beat him the fuck out of my thoughts, then do it again in the morning, then again randomly in the afternoon, and a little more rinse-lather-repeat action throughout the day and week.

nope, i like the dude. i genuinely enjoy his company...granted i've only gone out with him twice. kind of sucks that most likely nothing will come out of it. what's pretty funny is that while we were at the bar watching the steelers game, a woman sitting by us thought he and i were married...and rather than correct her he played along with it completely.

*sigh* being single is getting old and is starting to suck....almost as much as this post, so i'll just shut it.

oh, and for those playing at home...i'm a redhead again.

and i totally forgot to mention this but---FUCK YEA PATRIOTS!