So I was minding my own business — and by “minding my own business,” I mean “minding everyone ELSE’s business,” because I was looking at recently updated Facebook profiles — when I discovered that…

KATEY’S ENGAGED?!  Whaaaaaaaaaaaa?

I skipped around the room and did a little happy dance [most people say they do this, but truthfully don't. I totally fucking do.]  I called my best friend Jess () to dish, and she left a message that said something to the extent of, “Yes! It’s true! And Nicole’s engaged too!”

TWO — count ‘em — TWO of my girlfriends have gotten engaged this past weekend!  I had my own personal happy freak-out in my studio apartment.  And then I hyperventilated.  And here’s why…

No one *this* close to me has gotten engaged before.  Your response to that is, “You’re twenty-two.  This is what starts to happen.”  And to that, I say, “Goddammit, Mom. That doesn’t help you even begin to remotely relate.” I hate to admit this, but I don’t deal with transitions well. [I learned today that even if you point this out to me, I will sit there, uncomfortably rewording it until it doesn't sound like such a huge character flaw.]  It was hard for me to transition into college, and I’ve had one hell of a time trying to transition out of it [evident by the bitch/moan/growing-up-sucks motif of this journal].

Katey and Nicole’s engagements aren’t my life’s transitions; they’re theirs.  But it still triggers thoughts about my life’s journey and how everything changes.  I’m the oldest I’ve ever been — yet I feel younger and more naive than I’ve ever felt in my entire life.  I want so badly to be sure of something….This is NOT to mean that I’m even remotely ready to get married and I cannot spit that out fast enough…

But.that said,

CONGRATS LADIES!

Haha.