It's been a freakishly long time since I wrote in here.  I figure it's time now that I actually have something to say that isn't all ranting about how sucky the good old US of A has been treating me.

And the news is... *drum roll please.....*

I'm engaged!!!!!

Last Wednesday Eric and I headed to New York City to see Phantom of the Opera (a birthday present to me.)  I hadn't seen him since BEFORE my birthday at that point. His life is busy, and my work schedule sucks major ass.  Basically, I'm lucky if I get to see him once every 2 weeks... but this time it had to be a whole month. Talk about irritation to the extremes.

Let's start from the beginning.  A few days before our trip, he went to San Diego for some journalism conference thing.  I was jealous and irritated about that whole thing, as much as I wanted for him to have a good time. It completely sucked talking to the love of your life on a three hour time difference. When I was worn out and ready to pass out at 12:00 at night, it was a grand 9:00 for him, with a whole night to go. Every day he would say "we were all talking about you again today." ... A statement that I wasn't sure what to make of. Why would the Spectator staff be talking about me? Granted I can't leave him out of a daily conversation... he's always everywhere to me... he was in SAN DIEGO. Why would he want to talk about me.

So long story short, he came home last Tuesday, and we left for my house after I was done work. I wasn't in the best of moods, but still so happy to see him. 

Wednesday morning, March 4, was soon to become the best day of my life, and I didn't even know it.  We left early and drove to New Jersey to catch the train. The whole train ride, he kept asking if he was really what I wanted in life and if I really wanted to be with him forever. A stupid question to ask me, because the answer has always been yes. I can't even see other men, even when he's not around. I just don't care about anyone else but him.  He's become the best friend I've ever had. My confidant. The person I can tell absolutely everything to, and have nothing to hide from.  I should have known something was up, and a sneeking suspicion in the back of my head told me this was the day, but it just felt too good to be true. I wanted that to be the day he proposed to me so badly, but when we got into the city, I convinced myself that it definitely wouldn't happen today, and we went on with our day.

We had breakfast at McDonalds, always enjoyable. Then he asked where I wanted to go next. Earlier in the day he told me he wanted to go back to Bryant Park like last year. It's such a beautiful little park surrounded by huge tall buildings, the Chrysler Building just in the background.  Just being there feels romantic to me.  So  I said OK, let's go to Bryant Park, because we have plenty of time. 

Sidenote: He had to go to the bathroom about 20 times that morning, which would be normal if it was 10 times, but it was like every 5 minutes he had to pee.  It got annoying and funny at the same time. Little did I know it was nerves.

So we used the absolutely amazing bathrooms in Bryant Park and continued to walk around.  He turned around at one point and asked what was beyond the way, and I was like I don't know lets go walk over there.  So we were walking, walking, and he was getting weirder and weirder, stiffer, more uncomfortable, almost nervous-like. This was around the point when I was thinking "is he going to do it? is he honestly going to do it?" I knew something was up, but still...

So we started walking down this "handicapped" ramp (really it was just a normal ramp... there were no handicapped signs anywhere...) and he stopped and let go of my hand. I looked at him and he was digging in his pockets...

"Is someone calling you?"

"No.... I have a question to ask you..." and down on one knee he went.... "Will you marry me?" 

I wasn't very much able to see him because my eyes were a blur of tears and my hands flew to my face. But I know I had to have had the biggest smile on my face when I shook my head and said yes.

We then went to Toys R Us out of pure excitement and ecstacy. I've never known that feeling of pure happiness before. Nobody could ever take that moment or day away from me.

So although I'm still stuck working at Barnes and Noble, State College, and make total crap money, I think I have it pretty good. I have the most amazing fiance any girl could ever ask for. 

As for the economy, it sucks, and I wish they would start creating some effing jobs rather than taking them away from everyone.  Half my friends I graduated with are totally stuck with jobs that have absolutely nothing to do with a college degree, let alone their own.  What are you supposed to do when you graduate college during the worst time our country has seen in years.

Way to go dickheads in Washington. How bout keep giving money to big corporations and forget the little folks who just dished out over $100,000 to your Universities and are still over $30,000 in debt. Thanks.