Happy Founder's Day, Tri Delta!

I love Founder's Day. Technically, Tri Delta was founded on Thanksgiving Eve, 1888, but we celebrate annually the first Monday of the month of November.

I don't know, it's something about the fact that there are 80 year old women who make it in to celebrate something they started over 50 years ago. Something about the fact that I've never met these women, but they are my sisters. Something about the fact that they heard the same exact ritual I did Lord knows how many years ago. Old Tri Delta women are fabulous. (Love you, Nanny :D)

Tomorrow is election day. I am kind of excited about it; I can't wait to watch 5,000 hours of Chris Matthews and Tom Brokaw and the MSNBC crew (liberal that I am) talk politics, talk results. I am such a geek sometimes it makes my head hurt.

I additionally realized (which I intellectually knew but I guess I never admitted it to myself) that my Jags provided the Bengals their FIRST WIN OF THE SEASON. I give up on football entirely. Go Redlegs? Sigh, I guess I need to just give up on sports altogether. We'll see how the golf season goes, but at this rate I may just need to live a sports-less life.

I also just realized I only took one earring out after Founder's Day, which means I've been walking around with one giant pearl in for some amount of time, like some sorority pirate. I'm pretty sure I need to go to bed. I EVEN WENT IN PUBLIC LIKE THIS.

Oh, Jaguars, you are such a disappointment.

My EFFING Jaguars lost to the Bengals, just a week after losing to the Browns. How does this happen, honestly?

So my weekend was totally out of control crazy and I don't even know where to begin. I don't know what it is, maybe being newly single or maybe the crazy Halloween atmosphere... I don't know, but I feel like I need to get my act together and I'm not sure how to do that.

Also, I kissed William (about 6 years late) and despite the fact that I can choose whether I see him ever again, I still feel awkward about it. (As a background, I took this guy to Sadie's junior year and he really never got over me to my knowledge. We kind of became friends but there was that weird element to it that kept us from ever getting close.) So I ran into him at OU and I guess it was just one of those things. It's funny, our timing has never been right--I'm star-crossed with a guy whose surname is Montague. Only me, right? (Well, and Miss Capulet too I suppose.)

Things are so weird. So weird.