2011 was definitely an eventful year to say the least. It was trying year, but I learned a lot about myself.
January. In most people’s minds it is a month associated with new beginnings and fresh starts. My January is a time for endings. In the span of one week I lose a relationship, a roommate and a couple friends. I have the stomach flu during most of this too. So, needless to say I did not have a wonderful introduction to 2011.
February: Valentine’s Banquet, the glorified prom of college, is totally overrated and something I never want to go to. I was convinced I had gotten out of it since I was newly single. Wrong. I got asked by one of my good friends from high school. A dress magically appeared in my room that was my size (no joke!) and next thing I know I’m sitting in the dining hall watching some type of Monty Python meets the Lion King meets Shrek musical.
March: So, my banquet date has a really good time. It’s not mutual. There goes another friend.
April: Finally Spring. I love looking out my window and not seeing snow and an overcast sky! April meant that it was almost time to go home. I went to a Dodgers/Cubs game at Wrigley field, and the Dodgers won! Even better than that, I got to meet Mike McDougal and Jamie Carroll and they signed my shirt. It was a good day:)
May: My favorite month, mostly because of my birthday, but also because it’s the month that school gets out and I get to go home. I turned 20 this last year and I have an awesome birthday. I don’t have to work and spend all day in the mall and Buffalo Wild Wings. A week later, I’m in California again.
June: Summer is here. I’m officially a junior, which means I have an official school bill to pay now too. Ugh. Luckily, I have a fun job. I work for a photographer; I go to high school proms, pose people and get paid for it. It was a pretty sweet set-up. Even working at the studio doing prints wasn’t so bad.
July: Work starts slowing down. My days consist of staying home and watching either the Office or Mad Men, relaxing by the pool and doing absolutely nothing.
August: Due to Mad Men, my last relationship,and hearing about other people’s relationships I fall into my “man-hater” phase. I decide that all men are shallow jerks and that I’m better off alone. I make plans to live on my own after I graduate and buy a big fluffy white cat named Mr. Darcy, because every spinster starts off with at least one cat right?
September: Back to school. I have a great room, on a great floor and good classes. I come into this year with a pretty good attitude (and maybe a little bit of the man-hater mentality still.) God has a funny way of bringing things into your life when you least expect it. Labor day, I walk into the Square to buy a drink. I come across a table full of people from my church. They invite me to join their table. I sit with them. I sit next to a good-looking guy I’ve never really talked to before, but always been intrigued with. Three hours later we’re still talking! I learn that we have a lot in common. We have a couple dates here and there. It’s looking good
October: He asks me to Harvest Days, and tells me he likes me. If you’ve read my posts before then you know that’s a huge sea. We’re now in a “stage” and as lame and cheesy as it is I enjoy it. He calls my dad. We’re official. I’m happy:)
November: Thanksgiving. I’m in the dorms. Flying to California is way to expensive. He goes home to Michigan. I miss him. I spend Thanksgiving at my friends house ten minutes away from campus. We have a good time.
December: Winter again. My great-grandmother dies in Montana at age 94. I’m unable to attend the funeral in South Dakota. School gets out. I have to stay and work for a week, he stays back a week with me. We have Scrabble dates every morning:) I lose most of the time, but it doesn’t really bother me that much. I head home and finish the year off on a good note.