I ended my weekend last night by sitting on the couch in my underwear at one o'clock in the morning, polishing off a bag of Goldfish and having a superfluous vodka and coke, whilst watching the Screen Actors Guild Awards. I realized this in all its splendour and context when I caught myself talking to the television, lamenting the loss of Heath Ledger (and Brad Renfro, for that matter).

It was a little sad.

I'd just gotten home from hanging out with Pittsburgh. We'd gone to dinner at Slainte, and then to Bartenders, that is once we finally got out of the house. There was an intense debate for a good fifteen minutes earlier in the evening as to whether he should use all four hardboled eggs for eggsalad for lunch tomorrow or just use two and leave the others. Then there was the need to finish an episode of Law and Order before taking a shower and getting dressed. When we got back, we laid on the sofa, and it was very nice. I did make the mistake of saying something about "manscaping", which opened a whole can of worms about emasculation and how it's unrealistic standards. Lucky for me, women know nothing of unrealistic standards or rigorous grooming routines. This is obviously sarcasm.

Friday night took a while to get off the ground, as well, and then it was a short night at that, since he had to work on Saturday, which meant getting up at 6:30, but I did stop at Daily Grind for a delicious hazelnut latte.

I called the neighbour Saturday, but never got a repsonse back, so I don't know what's up with that. I mean, is he really that shy? How can you be scared when the other person is saying they WANT to talk to you? Who knows. We'll see.

I want to go to Automatic Friday, but I don't know. I would prefer not to run into my former fiance and my replacement, which also brings up the Clash Tribute Night. I would really like to go, but again, I'd rather not deal with the awkwardness, and I know it is not Pittsburgh's cup of tea, and I know he would look out of place. So I don't know what to do about that. I tell ye, I can't wait to not have class on Tuesday's though, so I can start going to Two For Tuesdays at The Ottobar again!

Two of my friends got engaged this weekend. I say friends, but one was my friend, and his girlfriend I really can't take, so really I should say two of my aquaintances or associates. Anyways, she has been going on and on about wanting to get married and have babies for so long, and, well, the whole thing disgusts me, and I just want to be like, "Good Luck, sister", because I was engaged, too, and it should have worked out, so nothing's really a sure thing. I don't want to be one of those bitter people who piss on other people's parade, it's just that she's so over the top about it. Makes me sick. Especially because I never turned into a Bridezilla in the least. The whole damn thing wasn't even my idea. That's not to say it wasn't what I wanted, or that I wasn't over the moon about it, because I was, but I never pushed for it. It wasall Rob and then he called it quits.

Tonight I will go to class. I have all of my projects to do some time this week. Like three of them. Don't know when that's going to happen. I should have worked on it yesterday, but really, even if I could be bothered, there still would not have been time. I don't know what I'm doing.