I have more blogs than necessary

First of all, I have recently been in contact with Jill, my school best friend.  She and I had a falling out after we made the poor decision to be roomates.  She called me a few months ago (amazingly enough the very morning after Matt proposed to me) and we kind of caught up…. But since I am headed to Orlando next weekend, I thought it might be nice to go see her and try to make things nice again.

Last night I hadt he most bizarre dreams.  First, I was at my parents house with Steve Hobbs, my unrequited crush from one of my classes this semester.  Matt and I were separated, and I was all over Steve.  Matt showed up and was very cordial, but mentioned that I was dating his doppelganger (Steve looks very much like matt, pale, blode hair blue eyes, etc) and I suddenly got this feeling like I could never let Matt go, but I didn’t want to end things with Steve.  It was very much like my Matt/Matt drama that occurred right after Matt dumped me and I started dating Matt2.  Anyhoo, it was odd.
Then I was an NFL cheerleader, but I wasn’t any skinnier or anything…
Then I had to watch Warlock vs. Spawn 3.  The Warlock thing I understand, because we had been watching 24 and Julian Sands has a bigpart this season, but Spawn?  WTF did Spawn come from?

So my first dream also dealt with my guilt issues about my friends.  I feel like I have neglected a lot of my friends in the past 3 years or so.  I was thinking about all the people in my Bridal Party, and then the idea came to me: would I be in their bridal party?  That would never affect my choosing them, but it made me wonder if they know how much I value them as friends.  Tori is my maid of honor, no question about it.  She is my best friend, and the one who I know will always be there.  But I know she has a million other friends just like me. 

I’m kind of hurt that Lauren Topetcher didn’t ask me to be in her bridal party, but doing the math, I understand where I fit in the picture.  Of course she wants her sister, and then the rest would be Karen, Mimi, and probably Jessica.  I consider her to be one of my best friends, and I know she thinks of me as a close friend too.  It’s just amazing to me that you can be as close as we are and then still have to pick carefully who is in your bridal party.  I made a rule of not having any sorority sisters in my bridal party, but it hurts to think how much that might hurt some of them.  When I told my little sis, I thought she was going to cry.

I’m going to stop bitching about my friends and wedding stuff.

There’s a woman who goes into the Tavern where Matt works who always sits at the bar and annoys the shit out of us.  She jumps into our conversations and keeps on going after we’ve changed the subject.  She really ruins Tuesday nights.

quick side bar:
phone convo with my dad-
me: My friend Jessica is a law student at Miami and got a call about summer internship at Bruce L. Schiener.  She wants to know if you think it would be a good place for her to work.
dad: is she Jewish?
me: yes…
dad: then she’d fit right in.

Time to start a new blog with absolutely no purpose but to increase the likelihood that some long lost enemy will find and read and sit back in awe at my overwhelming awesomeness. 

My dad is headed for Indy this week for the final four.  Go Gators.  I’m sure he’ll stay with Uncle Ricky.
Life is dull this week because Pinellas county schools are off for spring break, so there is no one to substitute for.
I spent all day doing every homeowrk assignment due this week and I realized how often I use "literary speak" as my professors call it, i.e. using big words for the sake of using big words.  Awesome.  I totally make everyone feel stupid.  Only not really.  They just need to read my blogs to realize that I really talk like a moron. 

Goal for next week…. finish writing my POW story and maybe actually start a new story.