All right, do I have a sticker on my forehead that says "No really, we're better off as friends"? The guy and I had the talk tonight. You know, the where are we going with this whole thing because I need to figure out how to act around you talk? Yeah, that's the one. Sigh, notch another one up for friend Wendy. Story of my life. Actually though, I was kind of relieved we got that out in the open. Now we can actually hang out without the whole thing hanging over our heads. Back to the drawing board I guess. Aren't there any guys out there who like sports, are funny, and slightly resemble Ben Affleck?!

Sorry, just had to vent a little bit there. Guess the frustration is starting to show, huh? Oh well. You'd think since I lost all this weight I'd be a little more appealing to members of the opposite sex. God, I didn't think I was that hideous.

All right, enough of that. Time to worry about work and other stuff. Like grad school. Found a good Masters of Journalism program at Temple Harrisburg. Only problem would be paying for it. I definitely will not say aything to my parents. They paid for the first 4 years and they are trying to put my little sis through Penn State now. Soo, guess I'll just have to suck it up and go into debt a little bit more. Ugh. I have too much of that as it is.

O.k., enough of me now. I need to get going. My eyes hurt from looking at the computer screen all night. I need some sleep.

Have a happy turkey day.