pictures+thoughts.

This is Peyton Manning, we like him. Last week was the 2010 Superbowl. It might have been the first time in my life I've watched it. [not entirely, but 3 quarters worth]. Alli and I cooked a bunch of yummy food and we had a Superbowl Party at Mckay's house. I am learning lots about this sport. Like, pass interference and first downs. With some patience and a lot of tenacity, I will soon be transformed into a foam-finger-waving football fanatic.

I miss these girls a lot. Sometimes when I'm bored, or procrastinating, I open random files on my computer and look at the zillion pictures we have together. That is a happy past time. My Mom sent me the sweetest Vday package. Red shoes (perfect, I know), cute heart-shaped baking tins (I've coveted Rachael's ever since Jan08), and heart-adorned plates and napkins. She's the best. I love this picture. It was taken over Christmas, it's silly slash cute. I miss my family. I love living out here but I don't like missing out on the day to day family stuff. He's so handsome. I like to stare at this picture. We have a hot Valentine's date tonight and I'm pretty excited. I even bought new earrings for it, oh wow. Alli Fife [far left] is my sweetest, sassiest, shopping best amiga out here. Last night we celebrated her 21st birthday at this place called Butterfield 8 Restaurant and Bar. We had dinner at 9, and by the time we left (11:30 or so) it had turned into a club-breasty drunk un-ladylike ladies and all. Fun. When we left there were bouncers outside. Little did they know I'm such the under-ager. It was a great night with good friends. I spend every single day with this little pumpkin. Sometimes I really like her. I've been here 6 months now {WOW} and I'm antsy. I'm dying to be back in school. Lest you think I'm unhappy, she's really adorable and I call her "love bug" & she calls me "Nick" [in the cutest 2 year old voice] and asks me 100 times a day to cross my eyes for her, she thinks I'm funny and I think she's precious, it works.

. And no picture, just a plea. Dear Summertime, Please, please, please just get here. I am so sick of snow and cold. I am sick of uglifying my outfits when I have to put on a coat and boots to go out. The white backdrop is boring nowadays and I'm sick of being indoors. I need to go swimming and wear shorts and eat watermelon. My skin needs some color. I need to lay in the grass and have picnics and read books. As we dig ourselves out of this nasty snow, I dream of sand and sunshine. I would appreciate your immediate compliance. XO, Nic.