My Current Predicament

I find myself, once again, not tired and wanting (only cause nothing is on TV now; TV purgatory) to sleep. I'd watch a movie or play a video game to pass time, but I'm not really wanting to invest any time into either of those activities. So I've resorted to the next best thing: blogging. I really have nothing of importance to write about, nor do I have any stories to amuse you (but mainly myself). But that is all fine and dandy, because I really haven't had much to write about before, but I did anyways. The randomness follows.

I've found myself thinking a lot about relationships lately. Not so much about how I am lacking in that particular department, but more about how someone goes about finding their "soulmate." These thoughts have been directly put into my mind after running into several friends of mine that are married or are about to tie the knot. On a side-note, I have realized that being home reminds me that I'm single more than being at school, because all of my friends at home are married or about to be married or are at least seeing somebody regularly... I feel like I'm that one friend that nobody really wants around, but odds are if you do something without them you will run into them and that would just be too awkward and uncomfortable for everyone involved, so you allow them to tag along and talk with them just enough to where they'd never suspect they were a "sympathy invite." Anyways, getting back on track, my thoughts are how did they all find their "special-someone"? (should the question mark be inside the quotation mark?) I try to remember how they all met to see if they did something particular to attract their favorite member of the opposite gender, but alas I have not come up with any fool-proof method for finding a mate of the soul variety (soulmate, if you didn't get it). With no new approach to use (assuming I had a previous approach), I will just try my best to let things happen naturally. On a somewhat-related note, is telling the person you are interested in (a.k.a. - your "crush," but I'd rather not use that term due to it being a feminine-type of term) that you are, well, interested in them allowing things to move naturally? Rhetorical/hypothetical question (kind of,... not so much). I'm sure by now everyone is tired of reading my emo'ish relationship rant.

Next Tuesday I will be receiving shots for my missions trip to Ethiopia (or "Ethio... E-E-Ethiopia," as my trip-mates would call it). This is all good and everything, but I'm potentially facing somewhere in the neighborhood of 4 shots in total. I can handle giving blood, but I haven't gotten a shot in a while. The very thought of getting one brings me back to the days when I would scream and cry afterwards (it was a long time ago... at least several years). I will consider the trip for shots a success if I am not reduced to a blubbering mound of man... and I maintain consciousness throughout the entire ordeal.