What's the longest word in the dictionary?

This morning, a friend of mine told me that she enjoyed reading my blog, but she hadn't read past the first paragraph of my first post. So, to punish those of you who follow that system of 'friendship', I'm going to make you suffer through the entire blog post and leave you in suspense to find the answer to the riddle in the title. And to ensure you're not like, 'well, that's lame, I'll just scroll to the bottom of the page', well, BLAMO, I'm hiding the answer somewhere in the middle of my blog post! MYAHAHAHA.

So, i haven't posted in two days. Because nothing interesting has happened to me. Not like this is anything new...
A summary of the past few days:
1. Went to work. Did a display window, which Chloe helped me with. I really like her, and she's good with displays.
2. Went back to school.
3. Suffered through a Monday that had a terribly exhausting mandatory dance party in my room.
4. Had an eggnog milkshake!! IT WAS BRILLIANT!!!
5. Then i went running. Not so brilliant. *Note to self: probably shouldn't eat milkshakes then, ten minutes later, decide it's a good idea to work on sprints. Just FYI.
6. Last night was pretty fun. Erin and I went to Hyperion, the local coffee shop in downtown Fredericksburg, and met up with two of my soon-to-be best friends, Phillip and Kevin. Somehow, I was the only one who drank coffee. At a coffee shop. Who decides to go to a coffee shop if they hate the taste of coffee?

Oh yeah, and I did homework. And went to class. That one place, you know, which gets lowest priority... just kidding, i love class. In fact, as we 'speak' I am making INTENSE study guides for my finals, which are two weeks from now! Yay!
*the answer: Smiles! Because there's a mile between the S's!*
( i got this from a children's joke book. I read every single joke, and this is the only one that got anything close to a smile.)
Okay, so actual funny story for the day.
This morning, Stella, who slept on our floor like a hobo because the new floor pillows were too comfy to leave, informed me that I had spoken in my dreams. This isn't anything new. Last week, I yelled (yelled!) "If you're not going to do any work, Get the F**k out!" in my sleep. Also, I snore like a Grandpa. So loudly, in fact, that it kept Stella and Erin awake for a good hour. I used to deny the fact that I snore, but now I have fame among my friends on my floor for having perfectly placed snores while the rest of them are watching Romeo And Juliet. ( Like, right when Juliet stabs herself and it's the most dramatic part, they hear a loud snore from behind them. Kinda breaks the intensity of Shakespeare.)
So, I'm pretty much the most attractive sleeper I know.

Anyway, Thanksgiving Break starts for me after 4:45 today, so I probably wont write again until Monday! So you don't have to read my ramblings! Give Thanks!