My Bed

I love my bed. It is my best relationship. My mattress was a gift from my parents after I graduated undergrad. Apartments in Chicago don't come furnished, and I really wanted a quality bed for sleeping during law school.

Anyways, I washed my sheets a little bit ago. I have several sets of sheets (i ask for a set of high thread count sheets every year from Christmas), so this only has to happen every once in awhile. That and i am just plain old dirty.

Getting to the point, the other day i was looking at my bed. Something just didn't look right. I stared it for a minute. Then i figured it out. I only had two pillows. Ever since I had that bed, I have usually had four pillows. That is what happens when you have a girlfriend for the three years of law school. After I moved into my current place, I had continued to use four pillows out of habit. It appears that I subconsciously eliminated the two extra pillows last time i stripped the bed.

I have never felt so single. Yet, I am so very comfortable with it. Go me.

Quick updates

Yeah, yeah, i am lame and slow. But noone reads this, so it does not matter.

quick updates:
-have written off the HPP because it was just not worth it. Something extremely awkward about trying to date someone who lives on the other side of a large city. You are in the same city so it is not long distance, but it is about an half hour drive, so it is very bothersome. The final straw was probably when she gave me a ride home after some afterwork drinks and declined to come up. Not because she didn't come up, but because it was clear that we both thought the half hour drive was really destructive to anything moving forward.

-so the 22 year old sister of a friend steps up into the primary role. She is still technically in undergrad, but graduates this month. I haven't really decided what i think about that. She is going to med school in the fall, hopefully in chicago. But she is slightly funny, smart, and cute. Plus, i managed to have a near hour long phone conversation with her, which is highly abnormal for me. I hate phones.

-other random dates and girls have not left anything worth writing about.

I spent Thanksgiving at my parents. All my cousins on my dad's side were there. After playing with my niece and nephew, looking at the freaky "baby in my belly" photos of both my newly pregnant again sisters, and watching my father-to-be-cousin get so drunk he puked in his shirt, I am investing in more birth control. I think vodka and stairs.

Random catch-ups

This weekend i was flipping through some television. I stopped when i thought, "Hey, there's an attractive lady." So i watched for a bit. It was espn, but there are some hot female athletes. However, then i figured out it was the LPBA... yes, a professional bowling lady. I think i am getting stupid horny.

Yesterday I meet up with the hyde park prude for some after work drinks. Well, after work for me, she is a student. She had gotten her hair done. The most striking physical characteristic of her is her hair, it is very curly. She had gotten it straightened. I honestly did not recognize her. Also, i think she was hotter with straight hair. I decided not to tell her that. She drove me home and declined to come up. So yeah, i don't get her. She really is not a fan of alone time.

Tonight, I called up my friend's little sister from U of I. Had a nice little talk with her. I am heading down to st. louis this weekend. So i offered to stop by on my back on sunday and take her out to brunch. She seemed to like the idea. She also asked if i would help her procrastinate for a little bit after brunch. Sounds good to me.

Also, my dishwasher is broken. So i am making frozen pizza. It doesn't dirty up dishes, which is key. Though, we all know that this means i will have a burnt tongue tonight.