i'm a pixel here, myself

Everyone I know is getting married.

That sounds like an exaggeration, but it's not. Not by much, anyway. I just got an email from my college roommate, who is moving to Austin for grad school and getting married next summer. This may mean I'm in Texas in the summer for a wedding. If I got to choose when to visit Texas? Summer would not be high on my list, I'll say that much. I understand Austin is a very nice (and somewhat liberal) town, and I hope he and his fiancée (whom I adore) are very happy there. But... MARRIED? ::sigh:: That will make nine or more of my college friends married by next summer.

And it's not like "call the papers, Drew feels lonely!" because that's not news, it's just true. But. Every time I hear about coupling, either in a "hi, this is my new girlfriend/boyfriend" way or a "we're getting married!" way, the sarcasm gets a little more entrenched, the thick blanket of loneliness gets a little heavier.

Which is absurd, because I'm 24. Behind me: lots of school. Still ahead: life. But when everybody's pairing off, it's hard not to notice. And, maybe, get a little jealous.

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And for everybody who doesn't care about my personal problems and would instead prefer boyporn: check out [this item from my RSS reader]. (worksafe...ish. NOT!)

Gacked from everyone and her brother:

How many times has someone on your friends list posted about something and you were really confused, but you didn't want to ask because you knew you SHOULD know? How many times have you felt guilty asking a close LJ friend a question that should be obvious?

Well, here's your chance.

If you've missed a few things, missed an entry and are confused, ask me anything. Even something EXTREMELY basic, like where I live! I'm not allowed to get even slightly irritated at any of the questions - we've all missed things before.

So poofusgirl located an Angel torrent for me -- but it's almost 40GB. Why? Because it's all five seasons together. I want it! But I'm going to need that external hard drive before I can download it. This weekend I'll make a trip to Fry's, I suppose. Happy birthday to me.

I made cookies, but they're just done now and it's 11. WTF, self? One, then bed.

God, I'm tired. If I owe people email or comments (or return stories!), I'll get to them tomorrow. I just can barely keep my eyes open.