Laundry pile eats young girl's room in LA!

I think laundry only becomes a monumental task when you let it build up. If I didn't hate doing it so much and it wasn't so inefficient, I'd probably do it every day. Instead I choose to wait until there's nothing left to wear (except underwear. I always have enough underwear. If I could just wear underwear around, I'd be good for like 5 weeks). I should be doing laundry right now, in fact. But that's not the point. I was trying to make up a good excuse for why I haven't updated my blog until now by making an analogy to my growing lump of laundry. I have a huge lump of colorful things to write down, and I'm afraid I won't be able to do them all justice. But at least I'll get them all hung out to dry.

1. I went to a ridiculous wedding on NYE. It was by far the drunkest few days I've had since college (yep. Few days. Something about the midwest makes you want to get wasted at almost every opportunity). It was all-around excellent. I reunited with so many old friends, and it only took us about 30 seconds to fall back into our old habits. Some of us developed new habits (was there a number 10 you say? Oh yes. There was. And he was hot.). I spent most of my time laughing I until I was crying, and listening to people talk about where they're headed. I can't wait for Weddingtastic II.

2. I started a new, freaking awesome job. It's not in LAUSD, but it is education-related. It's allowing me to help lots of kids, distribute resources equitably, and meet an entire barrage of new people in the city. It's also allowed me to meet Ted Danson, Ed Norton, Will Ferrell, Dave Grohl and my favorite of all time, Michael Cera. What is it? Oh, I'm not going to tell you here.

3. As usual, I've been having lots of interesting realizations about boys. I had the fortunate/unfortunate opportunity to meet and hang out with one of my literary heroes (he's a lesser-known author and magazine editor, it's not who you're thinking of). I've had this secret crush on him forever, and I've seen him read about 5 times. The interesting thing about him is that he does not possess the physical qualities that I'm usually attracted to. In fact, one might be so inclined to say he's kind of a "bro." For some reason, that doesn't seem to temper the intensity of the crush. He's just so freaking smart, but not in a traditional 19th centrury philosophy quoting way. He has this incredible curiosity about people that I find so very beautiful. Two negatives: he lives no where near here, and he's completely in love with his ex-girlfriend. I think it's probably better to be in love with him in my head only anyways. Second realization: I'm miles away from wanting a super-serious relationship. Watching all the people around me go through crap with their others, it's so awful. I don't think I could deal with that. As much as I'd like to have someone in my life, I don't think I could say, 'yeah, I'm ready to be with you, and only you, and deal with all your baggage, and ask you to deal with all of mine.' Bleh. I would hate to inflict myself or be inflicted on. Perhaps when you meet the right person you become more willing, but for me right now, it's just not there.

So that's good for now, at least I feel like I did my delicates.