Bring me back, Blogger...

Awake over an hour prior to my alarm clock going off, and with 15 weeks of schoolwork to catch up? What a wonderful time to update my blog that I haven't touched in nearly a year!

Anyways, what brought me back here is my friend Natalie; it'd be lonely at the top without her   [we've decided that we're obviously too awesome and that is why we are blessedly single. and I say blessedly with feigned spunk... sometimes it does get lonely at the top, but I digress]. It has been a rough few weeks, or rather a bumpy 2013 for me thus far and I was feeling particularly down in the dumps yesterday, primarily about my unavoidable pending spinstership, so I reached out to Miss G  to express these concerns and she texted me back with two screen shots detailing her latest attempts in not giving up on the dating game... I was hysterical. Wild fits of laughter, mixed with shock, disbelief, and a bit of despair- I mean, really! What is with people these days?! Call me a stick in the mud, but I blame the internet... and smart phones. There are simply no boundaries any more. Nat then messaged me a link to her blog, which I decided to peruse during the hour or so that I was awake before my alarm went off [this obviously takes precedence over the 15 weeks of discussion posts I have been putting off... which equals roughly 45 educated, preferably scientifically sound posts for minimum credit. 75 for full credit. #winning], I then wandered over to my own neglected blog and re-visited a handful of my dating/abysmal life recollections and thought this is the perfect opportunity to get re-acquainted with blogger!

I entered 2013 with what I thought was a head and heart full of promise. I interviewed for an entry level position, which I was over-qualified for, within a company that I admire and respect and I was dating an adorably pudgy Chef who loved food as much as I do; things were looking good. Low & behold it all unraveled. Didn't get the job, cheffy freaked out over feelings [#shocker], and I was solo and wallowing in a miserable, dead-end job. Wait, there is no "was", that is still my current situation. Silence the noise makers.

I actually did attempt to date someone after cheffy, but that all fell to hell this past week, at my own prompting. Still pulling myself from the wreckage, hence my recent dismal state of despair, and, dare I admit, borderline depression?! Blech. Miserable.

What all of these "feelings" have shown me, much to my resistance, is that I guess I am ready to find "like" [love is really jumping the gun here, especially with all these fucking winners in the running], and someone to hang out with, who makes me laugh, loves to eat, and can hang with my friends. For some reason those really seem like unrealistic goals, but we'll see what 2013 still has in store. After all, it always gets worse before it can get better, right? Right?!?!?!