Well folks, this new years eve I will be heading to the cabin with the B929, Porter and my winemonkey. We might be accompanied by one other couple, but the odds aren’t likely. I think we are all secretly hoping for it to only be the four of us. Not because we don’t like the third couple, because hell – they are a lot of fun, but because it would mean more food (read: crab cakes ala Winemonkey, cioppino, raw oysters, and homemade cookies) and more room. Our plan, of course, hinges on whether the freeway is flooded apparently.

I usually take time at the beginning of the year to assess what has happened in the last year or three.

I think that I have made it through scandals of lies, losing one of the two friends. I think about how much I miss the Big A and that I want to call him everyday. I wake up and think “is today the day I break down and do it?” I know that I would be setting myself up to get hurt all over again, but I miss him something fierce. Something more than I can explain to you or even myself.

I moved again this past year. This was the move where I misplaced a bunch of my things. I went from living in a dorm room in 2000 to having an entire apartment filled with my stuff in 2004 to living in two people’s houses, one storage unit and a patridge in a pear tree. But really. Moving sucks. Don’t do it.

I saw my parents three times this past year. One more time than was expected. And with every visit, there was that bittersweet goodbye. I love my parents, but one of the two is high maintance and I have spent my whole life trying to please that person. And every time I see him it just gets harder and harder. And he gets himself into a position where apologies really should be given but he can’t suck it up and do it.

I wrote 1.5 chapters of my thesis. In all reality, I should be halfway finished. I hope that I can get myself overly motivated for the beginning of January. I really want to get out of here so that people can stop asking me when I am finished.

And finally, in the health department, I have one malfunctioning thyroid and one lumpy boob. The thyroid has been medicated for about six months now and I can totally feel a difference in how my body functions. No more sleeping for 9-10 hours and still feeling tired. No more clumps of hair clogging up the drain. It has been a good change. The boob is another story. I haven’t written about it, mostly because I haven’t had the appointment yet, but the lumps are still there and so I have to make the appointment with the boobologist. They will do their needle thing and make sure that everything is as alright as a lump can be.

For my resolutions? My running joke is that I was going to stop procrastinating, but I got 364 more days to go, so why start now?

But honestly, that should be my goal. So maybe it will all work out. I don’t know.

Anyone else have a resolution?

I would love to hear it.

I don’t know what my deal is, but lately I have had this insane urge to contact my old friends and see what they have been up to. What is really weird, is that I am getting the opportunity now that I am home to do that. Tomorrow night I am visiting with two friends I haven’t seen in about six years. Six years! And I am also getting the phone number of another friend I haven’t seen in about seven years.

Everyone keeps asking me if I am considering moving back to Pittsburgh. This is the test. This trip home. I miss Pittsburgh, but I also know that I will miss alot of things about California. I also know that once my sister moves out of Davis I know there really isn’t anything keeping me there. It would be a different story if there was something holding me there, but without a “steady” job in the near future and no serious boyfriend there, I don’t know how things are going to go. I am currently not leaning in any sort of direction and I probably won’t be making the decision while I am here. It is just an option.

On another note, my family is weird. Really weird. And they keep getting weirder. Much weirder. See my sister’s post Happy Holidays for details.

Merry Christmas.

Yesterday I emailed the woman about the interview for the Enology (winemaking) faculty position and I got a very dissapointing reply saying that they closed the position due to a poor pool of candidates and that I can reapply when the position is open. Now I know that I wasn’t included in the original pool of candidates. But she had told me:
a. to submit my resume even though she knew the position was closed and
b. that they wanted to interview me.

So I was/am completely bummed out. On the bright side, I didn’t tell a whole lot of people about it so it won’t be so hard to back my way out of this “I have an interview for a really cool job” thing. Plus, I wasn’t really sure that I wanted to move there anyway.

p.s. You can now comment on my sister’s side blog. Let her know you’re reading!

So I am not a very “good” sleeper. I would not win the gold in that Olympic category…oh wait they don’t have a category for a blissful nights sleep. But if they did, I still wouldn’t win. In an effort to replenish my energy, I have started taking sleeping pills when I know I will have a hard time sleeping. This works out well, except the next morning.

Side effects include, but are not limited to:
• the appearance of being drunk (actually what it says)
• slurred speech
• staggered walk
• confusion
• disorientation
• clumsiness

So apparently the next morning when I come into work I must look like a complete drunk. This is somewhat amusing to me.

As in, I fell down the stairs today on my way into work. Hello black and blue marks! And hurt little foot.

Thank god I won’t have to be running for any planes…

Oh wait…

I am flying United. Crap!