Me love you long time! -- Really? Sure doesn't seem like it, oh evil chinese buffet

Tip of the day:
Don't eat at any chinese buffet which calls itself the "Best Value in Town." You will end up sweating beads and sitting/laying on the couch for the rest of the night just waiting to die. And it's not good for a hangover.

Yeah yeah so the hangover was gone by about 11 this morning, but all I'm saying is English muffins and lox (cream cheese and salmon) simply do nothing for curing the nausea which comes with mixing tequila and rum. It was a good idea at the time! (Do you have a flag?)

Anyway, for a comment that should make everyone involved highly uncomfortable (and perhaps risk running off my boyfriend - which could be happening regardless) - the situations of all my friends as compared to mine completely irk me. Alright, so Babcia tells me that I shouldn't compare other people's situations, love or otherwise to my own since I am usually in completely different circumstances in the first place, which is certainly true with my love life.

What brings this up? The fact that it seems that everyone I know is in a seriously committed, mature relationship and I am not. Now, this is not to say that we are (a) not committed, or (b) not mature, but all of my friends seem to be either living together or married, save a couple. All his friends are either in our status (I kinda assume, as I never hang out with his friends...) or single.

Okay, yeah, so this can be a little frustrating for a girl, especially one who has been craving stability for at least a year. But, our situation is a tad different than everyone else's, mainly in these two aspects: (1) We're in a long distance relationship of a whopping 5 hours (he's in MI) and (2) Both of us are still in school. In those respective states. So while I crave stability, I'm not even in the state to actually have that in the first place - so I know it's going to be at least 2 years no matter who I'm with. And while I'm glad others are happy getting married in the middle of school, I know I just can't do that.

I suppose I should minimize the risk of being told "Uhh Hey Michelle. I've had a good time with you, but I just don't think we should see each other because you're SCARY" by making a disclaimer: I'm not interested in marriage at this time. I'm just jealous that others have seemed to further (is that the word?) their lives in ways that I cannot. Suffice it to say that I feel that I've plateaued at being a perma-student who earns a mere $10/hr and that I will die alone, eaten by wild dogs.

Apparently a thing that comes with a mild case of food poisoning is a serious case of verbal diarrhea. Let's hope no one reads this.