Your pillow is still on my bed, waiting for you ... I guess it will be there until January, lonely, cold and unused.

So, okay, you told me about your day on Saturday. On the plane. I can't believe you never had pretzel sticks, lol, that's hilarious. You want to hear about my day?

First of all, it took me twice as long to get home as it did to get to the airport because there was construction traffic on 495 and 66 ... q terrible, lol.

Then, I made plans to go to a fraternity party with the barbie club later that night.

But, I did not go, because I was incredibly stressed out, to the point where I could not stop crying in the shower, and then when I got out of the shower, I cried into the mountain of dirty laundry that is my room. It was awful. I told Valerie that I was sick and couldn't go ... she offered to come over with soup and movies, she's so sweet. I told her I was just incredibly stressed out about my little and all the crafting I had to do.

I was getting so angry about crafting and being in a sorority and blah blah blah ... it was not a good day. I posted something about it as my status - I said, "to the girl who made a chair as a clue for her little, BRING IT." I thought it was kind of funny, but the girl who got the chair got offended and said something - and she read my blog about it and ended up sending me a whole facebook mssg about how offended she was. So then I had to apologize and then I felt really guilty and got even more upset - I get really sensitive about things like that. I hate it when people are mad at me.

Anyway, if you didn't understand any of that it's okay.

Long story short, I stayed home, drank a big glass of your Argentinian wine, and crafted. Then I woke up, crafted some more, and then went to chapter.

WHERE MY LITTLE DIDN'T SHOW UP. AFTER ALL THAT!!!

Her uncle died. So I understand. That's really sad. But seriously? Fue muy anticlimatico!!!!!!!!

I apologized to the girl who made the chair that I was bitching about on facebook.

She had no idea what I was talking about. But I guess I was being proactive, in case she ever DID find out. It was like a pre-apology.

I got dinner with Rachel (who is my big, the one you met, with the super tall boyfriend) afterwards and it was really nice to hang out and talk and catch up for a bit.

That has been my weekend. I'm about to clean my room and do laundry. There's glitter and paper and paint all over my room, it's ridiculous. I haven't done laundry in so long that I'm about to run out of underwear. Which wouldn't be a problem except that I've also run out of pants and only have mini skirts left.