Three of my friends got engaged yesterday. Three.
One friend got married last weekend, and five more have upcoming weddings.
Three friends have had a baby within the past month, and four others are currently pregnant.
And I’m still single. Probably will be for a long time.
Every member of my family is together in Fort Worth, having a get-together this afternoon… except me. I live too far away.
There’s a carnival/festival thing going on in the town I live in this weekend, and just about everyone in town is going. But I’m not. I’d be going alone, and I don’t want to do that. It would be too awkward. Part of the fun of carnivals is hanging out with other people anyway. And I’d be alone.
So I’m just sitting in my living room, feeling very alone, as everyone else has fun and enjoys themselves.
I’m kind of addicted to Castle fanfic now. I love how it fills the gaps between episodes, or answers questions the episode left hanging.
I can count on one hand the number of Tumblr messages I’ve received in 2014.
Since I accurately predicted the return of Vulcan Simmons in ITBOTB, I’m going to make a few predictions about the Castle season finale, and see how many I get right.
I’ll add to this as I think of more.
It’s still weird to me to be older than a lot of actors/actresses… just discovered I’m older than Shailene Woodley, and while that’s not a surprise (I thought she was like 18), it’s still weird.
So there’s a casket in the high school hallway today— I have no idea why— it’s pink and has flowers in it, just sitting there against the wall… anyway, I was walking by, and a student asked, “Whose casket?” But what I heard was “Who’s Caskett?” I seriously almost said “Castle and Beckett.” I had to stop myself, pause, and think.
You know you watch Castle too much when…
Last night I dreamed that one hen laid about 60 eggs in a field one afternoon, so I went on an egg hunt… with Obama. And then all of us egg hunters gathered in a circle under the branches of a huge tree and played duck duck goose… with Obama. And he was so empowered by the duck duck goose game that he stepped out and made a huge speech about religious equality.
I just got an email containing the word “matriculation,” and I didn’t know what it meant. I could tell it was a noun, and I recognized the “matri-” root of the word, meaning “mother.” So I was thinking, “to make a mother? To make into a mother?” So I look up “matriculation,” and it means, “to enroll in a college or university.” For a moment, that definition didn’t make sense with the “matri-” root. Then I got it: people call their university their “alma mater.” Literally, “soul mother.” There’s that matri- root. Matriculation- literally, making a university your alma mater.
I am so happy to know this, you guys. You don’t even know.