This year for Christmas, I got a new phone. It's one of those fancy touch screen things, along with unlimited internet, texting, and calling, and I'm ridiculously excited about it. However, getting a new phone means leaving an old one behind--my beloved pink RAZR.

I got my RAZR on my 18th birthday, October 4, 2007. The very first picture I took on it, one of my car, which had been decorated by my friends for my birthday, that night after band practice, is still on it. Looking back to then, I realize how far that phone has taken me. It's something I usually take for granted, a way to communicate with friends and family. But it has been there for EVERYTHING in the past two years. My senior year of high school. Senior prom. Graduation. My first year in college. My first job. My first apartment. Best friends. Break ups. My phone knows me better than anyone on Earth, and for some reason, getting a new one feels like I'm not only upgrading service, but moving on with my life. I'm literally starting a new chapter of my life, along with a new decade.

A by-product of getting new phones (and new service) is that my dad will be getting rid of our home phone number--the same number we've had for 16 years. It has taken me through my entire life in Gainesville, which is all the life I can remember. It's funny how something as simple as a telephone--or a telephone number-- can be so attached to an identity. Giving up our home phone number means my parents are already pulling up roots, getting ready to move on with their lives and out of the house that I will forever know as my home. That thought is possibly one of the most saddening thoughts to contemplate, because I absolutely hate change. It scares the hell out of me. Will I ever find a new home? Or will I come back 20 years from now, when some other family with some other little girl is living in my house, and feel like something is horribly wrong with the world because my key no longer works there?

So why should I get so emotional over something as simple as a cell phone? It feels like I'm leaving behind a piece of myself and entering a frightening new world when I really want to run back home. Am I excited to have the internet at my fingertips at all times? Of course. But my little pink phone is a small part of the happiness I felt in high school that I always carried with me. It saw many late night calls to Miranda, my best friend, who would talk with me for hours about nothing at all. To my mother, either as just an update on my day, good news about grades, or sobbing and needing to hear Mom's comforting words. To Dad, just to see how he was doing. To Nana, as a "happy day" call, so she wouldn't feel lonely.

Now, I'm not saying I'm not happy now. I love the college life. Sure, I miss my parents like crazy when I'm there, but I have lots of friends and a new boyfriend to keep me company. What I mean is that life was a lot more simple two years ago. I saw my 5 best friends every day. After school, we would hang out in the parking lot, at McDonald's, in the band room, or wherever two or three of us happened to congregate. I miss having a support system that strong, one that was built on years and years of friendship. And that is a kind of carefree attitude that I don't think I can ever find again. I watched a video of our halftime show from junior year and got incredibly nostalgic for those days and fun I had in them.

One thing that I'm determined to take with me, on my new phone, is this text message, saved for over a year and sent by my very best friend: "I love you too, man. And I'm not only glad you're in my life, but grateful as hell." Like my phone, she's been there just as often--although fortunately, I'm not leaving her behind anywhere.

Well, this is going to be a relationship post. It's not so much for other people to read, but for myself. So here we go.

I finally found him. The boy I mentioned in my last post and I have hit it off--we are "together", Facebook official and all. And, to be honest, I'm ridiculously happy and terrified at the same time.

With Boy, I feel like I've found something different--a person who cares for me exactly the same as how I care for him. He's not dating me because he's bored. I'm not forcing something to happen that has no basis. He likes me. Me. Not someone I've pretended to be, not some persona that I put on to try to make him fall for me. Just plain old Stephanie. And for someone with a lot of insecurities, it is a balm for a sore heart that has been rejected ten times more than it has been accepted. He doesn't seem to care that I'm not 120 pounds, blonde, and gorgeous, like so many of the girls in Athens are. He thinks (or so he has told me) that I'm funny and sweet and cute, just the way I am. After years of looking, I've finally found what I've always been looking for, and to top it off, I can't help but smile when I think of him.

On the other side, now that I have him, I'm scared of losing him. I've never really had a relationship before, just a lot of dating--what if I do something wrong? What if, after everything, I somehow drive him away?

So, I have good news and bad news. First the bad news.

On December 5, 2009, Mr. Wiggles died. He had a respiratory infection due to stress and being too cold (I left him at a friend's house over Thanksgiving, and it didn't go well). The vet told me he would be fine, but by Saturday afternoon he was lethargic and unresponsive. He passed on the way to the animal hospital. While I'd only had him a few months, I became attached to him. He was the first and only pet who was completely mine-- I bought him, paid for all his stuff. He was my companion in my first apartment, and kept me company when I felt alone or frustrated with my roommate. He was the first thing I saw in the morning and the last I saw at night. It broke my heart to lose him, and I didn't realize the full extent until I came home last night and saw the empty hole where his cage used to be. No matter what happened in my life, he was always a cute, sweet presence when I felt distanced from the people I love or stressed out from one too many papers. I miss him, I love him, and I only wish I had taken him to the vet a few days sooner. RIP Mr. Wiggles.

The good news is that I met a boy. I like him, and he seems to actually be interested in me--I'm not the one doing the pursuing. I can be myself around him, which is another big plus. He also happens to go to UGA and live in my hometown, which is ridiculously convenient. I don't have my hopes up quite yet, but I like where this is heading. My mom always told me something would find me when I least expected it--maybe this is it.

Sick, sick, sick. This is my little corner of drugs in my bathroom-- cough drops, Cepacol, cough medicine, antibiotic, Mucinex, Vicks VapoRub, Nyquil, and Chloroseptic. I hate sinus infections. I once had a sinus infection that lasted somewhere between 6 and 8 months (my fault, I didn't take all of my antibiotics... but my symptoms were gone! And I just left one of them!), so I'm quite familiar with them. The coughing so hard my lungs pop out part is my personal favorite. Fortunately, I think I'm mostly better? Or I'm just so drugged up I don't notice it as much anymore.

In other news, I really want to see Men Who Stare at Goats. Anybody else with me?

Happy Halloween! Well, belated Halloween. This is my super awesome pumpkin that I carved, as well as the tasty chocolate candy Miranda and I made.

This year, I wasn't particularly interested in anything I saw at Party City, and I didn't want to spend an arm and a leg buying a costume (especially since said costume would then look funny with one leg/arm missing). I racked my brain for days for something I could be that I could just make at home or use things that I already had--and then I realized I'm an idiot. Easiest costume in the world? Biker. My parents are bikers and have tons of stuff, so the only thing I had to buy was a leather skirt (which turned out to be a "pleather" skirt made out of 90% PVC and 10% polyurethane. I was a walking flammable pipe.). I went to the annual Halloween party my sorority throws in my biker costume--it was a lot of fun!

For the actual Halloween night (the party was on Wednesday), I was at home. This week is Fall Break. I'm pretty sure it will always be Halloween weekend because Halloween weekend happens to coincide with the GA/FL football game, which is always held in Jacksonville, since it's neutral ground, and they want to allow everyone to drive down. So, we get Friday off, giving me a three day weekend. I get out of class at noon on Thursdays, so I was home by about 1:30, giving me a three and a half day weekend. I spent it doing absolutely nothing. And it was amazing.

I did dress up to hand out candy with one of my friends, using my Greek goddess costume from last year. She was a cat. Now I'm sitting in my apartment, gearing up for another busy week. I was also sick earlier this week--didn't go to class Tuesday because of a 100 degree fever. I'm better now, although my throat is still sore and I have a lot of sinus drainage. Hopefully a lot of drugs will cure me!

Today... well, today was an interesting day.

Let's start with the back story:
Yesterday, I got a flat tire (on the tires I just got a month ago). Not just a slightly flat tire, oh no, I mean the rim was sitting on the ground and the tire was just a rubber pool underneath it. I, of course, have no idea how to change a tire and was completely useless. Fortunately, Randa's dad has a towing company, and he sent someone out to put the spare on for me--after being stranded at a friend's apartment for about 6 hours.

So today, my dad came out to Athens to get everything fixed up. He took me out to lunch, yelled at the stupid tire guys who put an off-brand kind on instead of Bridgestone, bought a new one to replace the one that I apparently ripped to shreds, and sent me on my way.

I went to my College Republicans meeting and then went back to my apartment to have a quiet night of reading and watching TV.

Then, there's a knock on the door. I open it and am told that I am being kidnapped, so I need to go get my shoes and jacket. It is apparently not acceptable that I haven't seen Toy Story 2, so my wonderful friends came to force me to go watch the Disney 3D Toy Story and Toy Story 2 double feature. I have to say--if this is what kidnapping usually involves, it should happen more often.

So, I've been completely AWAL for about a month. But, to be fair, I've been celebrating my birthday! And a slew of other things.

October 4 was my 20th birthday, and it was amazing. To kick things off, I had dinner at Olive Garden with about 23 of my closest friends. I felt so loved! And did you know that they now charge if you want to take home extra breadsticks? It's ridiculous!



On my actual birthday weekend, I went home to spend time with my family. I spent that Saturday watching an embarassing loss to LSU by my Georgia Bulldogs and ate a HUGE steak dinner that night. On Sunday, my dad and I went to the Metallica concert!! Best. Birthday. Ever.



The next weekend, my best friends came to my house. We carved pumpkins, went to dinner at O'Charley's, and saw Zombieland, which, to my surprise, was actually pretty good. A little gory, but funny--a good Halloween zombie flick.



This past weekend, I spent Friday and Saturday with 15 of my Xi Delta sisters at our fall Sister Retreat. It was a weekend of basically being really lazy and hanging out. We watched movies, the Georgia game, and laid around in our pajamas all day. Then, I went to the Gold Rush Festival with my mom!

Finally, I've planned a trip to Disney World for the weekend before Thanksgivings. One of my friends did the Disney College Program, so she is getting us in for free. So, this weekend is semi-formal, then Fall Break, then Homecoming, then a home football game, and then my Disney weekend, and then Thanksgiving! I'm busy but I love it =]