Nadia: engaged.
Jenny: engaged.
My sister Jen: ring shopping.
My boss: engaged.

Come on boys, where is MY ring?? To refresh your memory, here is the one I want:

It's Tiffany and costs less than $1,000. See? I have good taste, but am cheap. Perfection. Who wouldn't want me???

In all seriousness, it kind of surprises me how little this all effects me. Don't get me wrong, I am excited and happy and elated that everyone is getting married. I just mean I'm not eye-gougingly upset that I am no where near that point in my life. I used to dream about getting married right out of college (maybe it's my anti-feministic view on how women's lib has ruined my chances of staying home to do nothing). Now, I couldn't imagine it. Because now I kind of dream about dating a lot of random men. Artists and do-gooders and corporate types that I would grow quickly to despise. Maybe it all has something to do with the fact that I want to be a writer (I am a writer; I have to stop living in this what I want to be when I grow up mode). What's the fun of writing about the same person over and over? Eventually that same old story just becomes too old. I can't live off of one good plotline forever. The problem there is that I can't get involved with anyone I might actually like or be afraid to hurt because I know I probably would right now. And I am afraid that if anyone's ever crazy enough to want to marry me that I'll never be completely satisfied or end up cheating on him. One thing I don't want is a divorce. And I also don't want to end up like my parents, not my idea of happily ever after.

I will stop rambling now and wish everyone in my life a congratulations on your engagements. Love you all!