Had SO MUCH fun last night. (for you clevelanders - yes, I continued my habit of falling asleep. was watching Fight Club towards the end of the night, told Travers I was going to put my head on his leg and lie down. next thing I vaguely remember is Travers standing at the foot of the couch, handing me a blanket. totally passed out all night on their couch.) And, I kissed the 32 year old. *rejoices* Still too groggy to write anything else coherently.

Went back to the climbing wall this evening and had a *much* better time. Have decided that my crankiness on Wednesday was not a result of my own ineptness or self-consciousness around a cute guy, but rather a less-than-great instructor. The wall was far less intimidating tonight, mostly everyone there was a beginner, and all the belayers were totally awesome and helpful. Made it to the top four times, on two different routes, and am feeling quite proud of myself. Also definitely falling in love with climbing. It's so great. Now if I can just remember to keep doing yoga along with this new workout, so that my body stops being constantly pissed about the current lack of stretching in my life.

So I tried the climbing wall for the first time today. And while I really liked the actual climbing, I sort of hate myself for wimping out so fast. I only went up in the harness twice, and while it's true that my hands were shaking by the time I came down, I should have just rested a bit and then gone back up. Not bailed and headed home. And I don't know if it's just another example of my weird self-consciousness lately, but I'm really cranky about it. Spent the whole walk home trying to justify myself to myself. I guess I was probably trying to justify myself to the other people at the climbing wall. But since when did I care what strangers thought of me? Why am I so genuinely upset and pissed at myself? It was just a trip to the gym. I can go tomorrow and try to do better. In the grand scheme of things, it's incredibly unimportant. I have this sinking suspicion that it's because climbing guys, apparently, are really cute. And that somehow I would have been less self-conscious if I'd had a girl belayer, or if the guy had been less cute. And I *really* don't want to be that girl. Perhaps that's why I'm so cranky.

Your soul is worth £57189. For your peace of mind, 7% of people have a purer soul than you.

neat. Thanks Steve!

Just for Carrie:

So I was watching the Jeff Corwin Experience the other night and not only was he shirtless (scandalous!) but he also has tattoos! (double scandal!) That is all.

I watch too much tv when I live by myself.

I forget how much I miss the "nerd culture." It's fun to be back in such a nerdy place. During my computing class yesterday the professor kept talking about how unix was a truly elite language, and I could just imagine him giggling over jeff k and calling himself a hax0r. Even if class did run over and make me late to my 11:00, I think I'm going to like having class with Paul and George - they crack me up.

Got another hw assignment today. Boo. Though hardly seems fair to complain. In all honesty, I don't have that much work to do (at least not yet). And especially compared to the poor chemistry students, my life is easy-peasy. A few of my textbooks finally arrived today (yay?). Though of course, none of the ones I need for my hw. Ah well.

Guess I don't really have anything to say. Just procrastinating hw so I can listen to my music a little longer...

So I can't sleep. For some, unrelated reason (probably the fact that I didn't go to bed before 3 or 4 am all weekend. hard to reset the clock on command). But since I'm awake, I keep having this conversation in my head with a friend of mine. Well, ok, so it's more like a monologue. It goes something like this: Remember that night in Pitts back in early july? When I got you drunk and mauled you on my friend's couch? And then you didn't speak to me for about 2 months? Well, maybe that was just a coincidence. But I have just enough self-consciousness that I spend occasional moments wondering if I did something wrong, or acted inappropriately, or somehow messed up our friendship. So perhaps said friend will see this and say something. Then again, perhaps I'll wake up and hate my passive-aggressive self and delete this entry. The latter would probably be the wiser.

Came across an ad for taste of atlanta today, and it reminded me of another perfect day. So vividly, in fact, that I was kind of bursting with the memory. Figured I'd write it down. Sudiptya, one of the few people I know who loves chocolate as much as I do, and I went to a world of chocolate tasting thing in Cleveland one day. We rode the RTA down to tower city and devoured, among other things, some of the best, richest, most velvety truffles I have ever enjoyed. Riding the RTA back we weren't paying much attention and got off at the wrong stop, the one on the south side of campus instead of north side, where we lived. It was a cold Cleveland day, but for once, the sky was clear and blue. So we didn't mind walking across campus. Nothing particularly spectacular happened that day...I just remember it as a truly beautiful day of good food and good conversation. Perfection.

So I walked outside this evening to go return a movie at Blockbuster. Looked up and down the parking lot outside my building. And thought, "Where the fuck is my car?" Now this seems like the sort of thing a serious alcoholic would do, and I swear that I was not that drunk last night, and in actuality it's a pretty innocent story. But I thought it was funny nonetheless. I drove myself to the BBQ last night, we decided to head to a bar in Little Five Points afterwards. We drove back to Clairmont campus to gather up more people and organize DDs. I parked in the visitor lot and Ryan gave me a ride back to the building. After about half an hour we finally had everyone together and worked out rides. I rode down to the bar with Jen. At the end of the night she drove me home. I didn't remember where my car was until this evening, when I couldn't find it. I'm a dork.

Hooray! I successfully "cooked" today! Ok, so I use the term loosely, since all the stuff I made this afternoon came from a box mix, but nevertheless, there was cooking involved and I didn't ruin anything or set off the smoke alarm. This is quite an accomplishment.

In other, totally random news - when I was little my best friend Julie and I used to watch this old Lucille Ball movie called "Yours, Mine, and Ours." We must have been around 8 or so, and we both had a crush on the boy who played the oldest son Mike. Turns out he's the actor who used to play the vice president on the West Wing! He was definitely cuter when he was younger. You find out the most random stuff on imdb.com!