& nbsp; &n bsp; &nb sp; Has spring finally arrived? It’s been absolutely gorgeous in the ‘burgh, which we all know is amazing. I think it’s had an effect on everything – everyone’s in a better mood, more optimistic….and skipping class more often. = )
& nbsp; &n bsp; &nb sp; I keep having the recurring thought – “Why am I so lucky?”
I have four beautiful, hilarious roommates, and we got the LAST apartment in Bouquet Gardens for our junior year. Four bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a living room, and a FULL kitchen. Quirks and all, we’re family now – I can’t imagine next year without them. Having the reassurance that they’ll be a door away instantly brightens my spirit.
I have an incredible boyfriend who treats me like a princess. Chad and I have been together over seven months now (yeah, I count from the night we met and I burnt his tongue with the rice I lured him over with – he’s just been scared that I might hurt him worse if he goes away). I’ve never had someone I’ve been crazy about and has treated me so well – just seeing him instantly makes my day.
Baby Lucas is the most adorable baby in the world…until he ties for first when Carrie has Baby “O” in June. My sister is absolutely radiant – due to her workout she has maintained her physique and is simply belly. And she’s always been beautiful. I’m fairly certain it’s going to be a baby girl (don’t mean to brag but I haven’t been wrong yet). I’m really excited about living with her this summer and watching the baby grow.
There’s a good chance my Joey-O might come to Pitt this Saturday. Having my best friend since 3rd grade here with me, just for one night, will be amazing. Cross your fingers she can come! It’ll be beer-and-O-fries-general- Pitt-pandemonium. I just wish Eir could be here, too! Mikey will be here, too….I’m so excited!
So, then there has to be the creepy part. Yesterday, after a trip to Rite Aid, I was walking down Forbes Avenue on my way to class at the Cathedral. It was a beautiful, sunny afternoon, and I felt great. I was practically skipping down the sidewalk, swinging my Rite Aid bag amidst the crowd (there’s a nice visual, eh?) when I spotted a woman across the intersection at the “O” who was definitely staring at me. Do dee do…just ignore the woman looking at you, Jessica.
So, I step off the sidewalk to cross, but hesitate when I think a car’s turning. The woman crosses anyway and reaches out her hand, sort of pushing me back onto the sidewalk.
“Who in your life is important to you with a name beginning with J? Other than you.”
Ha. What? I instantly looked down at myself. There had to be a J somewhere, a paper hanging out of my bag with my name on it.
“Jessica, right?”
Okay. Now it’s creepy, woman.
“You have a very bright aura surrounding you.”
Brooklyn accent. I smile possibly the dumbest looking smile I have ever smiled in my life. I couldn’t talk.
“You have a beautiful smile to the world, but in here,” pointing to my heart, “you are confused.”
Well yeah, you know I was fine until you spotted my damn aura, chickie.
“You should really let me give you a reading – this is my number. My name is Dina.”
So, flabbergasted, I take out my phone and attempt to put her number in it just so I look like I believe Miss Crazy-Talk. I’m so flustered that I can’t punch the numbers in, so instead I pretend to as she tells me the number.
And the whole time I’m thinking…does she know I’m not really putting the number in?
Then we parted and she officially weirded out my day. So I guess no matter how elated you feel, a wrench has to be thrown in to keep you grounded.
So today I salute you, Miss Crazy-Talk-Forbes-Avenue- Psychic-Friend Woman. Kick back and crack open a Bud Light, because even in the glow of the neon lights outside the “O,” you can spot a bright aura.
