this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship

I was just thinking about the movie When Harry Met Sally the other day and how much I adore it and then of course I turn on the tv and it's just starting. I love that movie. I feel like it's a lot like what happens to me. I meet someone, don't really like them or am just really sarcastic with them for whatever reason and then I end up actually liking them. Except  I haven't had that whole realizing you love someone and running to see them at a New Year's Eve party and making it there just in time to tell them how you want to spend the rest of your life with them thing happen. But anyways, I love that part when they're talking on the phone and they're both watching Casablanca and the ending line comes up (the title of this post) and Harry declares that it is the best ending line to a movie. And then Sally says she's going to sleep but Harry isn't tired yet so he tells her he'll probably end up just laying there moaning. And they hang up and what does Harry do? Lays there and moans. hahaha cracks me up every time.

I only have 12 days (not counting the rest of today) until I go back to Indiana!!! I couldn't be more excited. Me and Annieberry got our very own lovely apartment this year so I'm somewhere between double and triple excited. It's been quite a mess trying to buy everything we need but I think we've finally gotten every last thing. I'm even jazzed about this cute little vacuum we bought at Target. His name is Herbert Hoover even though he's a "Red Devil"....questionable. Our apartment is probably going to be completely hideous but that's okay because I'd be nervous if we had nice stuff that was meant to last and everything. Oh! I just bought my dresser a couple days ago and it is the coolest piece of furniture I have ever owned. It was actually labeled a linen closet but me and my mother decided it would definitely do as a dresser. It's gray and tall and has two glass doors with shelves inside and one drawer. I think it's pretty boss but my dad seems to disagree. But he doesn't really care as long as I like it. And I do, I do!

I have started every paragraph so far with I. I feel a bit self-absorbed. Let's try that again.

Maybe it's not so bad being just a tad self-absorbed when one is writing a blog. It's kind of supposed to be about you, right? I think that's what I'll tell myself so I don't feel so hideous for coming off as if I'm obsessed with my own boring life.

Thanks for reading :)
Love,
Rachel