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"Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it inkindles the great."

    End of the weekend.  SUNDAY.  Sunday always sucks.  It means the weekend is just about over and you have to spend all your time catching up on work.  I have to write up my biochem lab, so that should be FUN :).  Other than Sunday's being the butt crack of the week, we did throw a "rightous" party Friday night.  I LOVE being hostess, not like the cupcakes.  haha. I love getting in there and making sure everyone is having a great time.  Basically, having an excuse to jump from one group of people to another.  Serving drinks is also a great excuse to not have to interact with anyone if you need a break.  I got my friends, Jay and Preston especially, really intoxicated.  They had a good time owning the beer pong table and being obnoxiously drunk.
    Did i mention how great my roommates are?  I was in a REALLY bad funk on Saturday and needed the day to be alone.  They were right there to listen to me if i needed a talk, and were full of invitations to get my mind off things.  I took the most luxurious bubble bath in the mid-afternoon, and listened to music.  Then i baked bread and took a long nap on the couch.  Denise took me to the movies later that night.  We watched Little Miss Sunshine.  That movie is rediculous.  I haven't laughed that hard and that long in a while.  Very refreshing. 
    So back to why I was in my funk.  SIGH.  i miss someone very badly.  I've been in a couple of long distance relationships before but it's never felt like this.  Refer to the quote above, "it inkindles the great."  He is my great love.  This is the first time I've been in love with everything about someone.  We have gone through our ups and downs but I think the bottom line is, we hate not being with each other.  Saturday was much harder than normal because his dad, who he hasn't seen in a long time, came into town.  I know it would mean a lot for him to have some support and it is killing me that I can't be there with him.  I am trying so hard not to be that woman who can't have a fulfilling life without her man, the one who stays in on a weekend because she's wallowing in her loneliness.  Somehow, i think i'm being that girl.  My efforts to have real fun, the kind of fun that makes you forget about everything but the moment, are being clouded.  Instead of my usual reflection of "God, this moment is so sweet,"  I find myself saying "God, I wish i could share this moment with him."
    i am going to make myself so consumed with work that i won't find a moment to breath, much less find a moment to think about.....

officially love sick,
a.