For some reason, I feel really strange coming to you guys in an unhappy mood. This time last year, all I ever posted was a messy cacophony of "nobody understaaaaands me"s, but now that I'm a Happy Person, I find myself suppressing guilt for publishing anything other than rainbows and puppies. Ah, well. Even my sadness is due to an overload of happiness.
In case you're wondering, no, there's nothing wrong. I had a lot of fun at the concert last night. Ben Folds is so freaking awesome. He played this song, which had me gasping for breath, I was laughing so hard... but that gasping may have also been due to how unbearably hot it was inside. And I mean unbearably. Like, losing-ten-pounds-instantly, might-pass-out-in-a-sweat-puddle, images-of-a-jaunty-Satan-dancing-in-my-head. My thin cotton dress felt like a parka filled with insulation. I lived to tell the tale, though. Ever to my rescue, The Situation lifted my hair up and blew cold air on the back of my neck. Because he's the kind of guy who thinks to do stuff like that.
Which brings us to the shameful melancholy. I'm effervescently in love, and we make the whole "long distance" thing work without much effort, but, in the event that you've never had to say a long-term goodbye to your boyfriend about twice a month, LET ME TELL YOU, IT SUCKS. I don't mean to go all Bella Swan on you, and I promise I'm not about to jump off a cliff or lie in the woods and scream, but I just feel so... uh, I don't know. Homesick. Off. Hollow. Or something like those words.
Gosh, I can't find a way to describe it without sounding completely melodramatic. There are no goopy black mascara tracks down my cheeks, I'm not clutching a shoebox full of his used tissues. However, I will admit to changing into my pajamas early, eating pizza rolls, and turning off my phone, to make for optimal grieving conditions. But I'll get back into the swing of things tomorrow, and I'll recover. For now... I just feel blaaah.
Sorry, guys. To make up for it, here's something hilarious. And for those of you outside the US who can't access Hulu, um, here. That's pretty funny as well.
Chipotle burritos this year: 13
Nail color: "Green with Envy," ORLY
P.S. I just received some AMAZING news. I'm not totally sure if I'm allowed to share it with the whole world just yet, but something very, very good is currently happening for a friend of mine. A friend a lot of you are likely to follow online.