Well, I got my talk. I mean, I asked Chris about thinking too much and freaking out. And I'm not sure how I feel about it. What he said made a lot of sense and was nice and reassuring...but now I'm wondering if what I asked came out right and feeling like it gave a not-completely-accurate impression of me. Ah well. Hopefully I'll feel better about it in the morning. The good news - he told a third party tonight that we're dating. The bad news - I came home alone.

And so it begins. I've had this final project to work on all week, been getting home from the computer lab at 6,7,8 o'clock at night, and watching jealously as my cat gets to sleep on my bed. And the really sick part? This is actually one of reasons why I love school.

Just found out that Stephen Hawking is going to give a lecture at Case this Monday. Almost makes me want to jump on a plane and fly back to Cleveland.

Right. So blog-as-procrastination-tool must end. But I've just been tired and worthless all week. (all week? it's only tuesday?!) And here I sit, supposedly to start writing the report that's due on Friday, but Friday is still 3 long days away, right? Right. So I threw this kicking party last Friday. It was the first real party at my new place and it was a total success, so I'm psyched. I made tons of really tasty chocolate fondue and everyone brought lots of fruit and cake and misc. other yummy goodness for dipping. (oreos dipped in chocolate fondue - SO GOOD) And John brought two of the kids he TAs, and by the end of the night I have this vague memory of signing the underage boy, and attempting to explain to people how this was just a lame version of my last birthday party (yay for textual healing!). But nothing got spilled or ruined or broken or stolen and I woke up the next morning to discover cheerful messages on my dry erase board about how much fun everyone had and felt loved. Plus, as I mentioned drunkily that morning, the boy hung around afterwards, which was lovely. I've forgotten what it's like to begin liking someone, how little details will pop into your head in the middle of class and make you smile. I'm such a dork. I'll probably be back here in a matter of days, eating my words. Ah well.

Besides Chris, Andy and Reese are some of my favorite people these days. Andy because in some karmic way he's just the male version of me (though in reality we have little in common). I wore my old UVA soccer shirt over to his place saturday night and he says, "I love your shirt! Can I have it?" So I obliged and got a two-for-one deal as he swapped me two of his old t-shirts. So now I'm the NC State Athletic Director. Or so my new red shirt says. He loves throwing parties as much as I and is always the host with the most. And a few weeks after meeting me he greeted me at a party with open arms to announce, "How can anyone not like Megan?" Reese was the guest I always hope for at parties, as he sat down next to my bookcase and oohed and ahhed appropriately over my collection and got really excited to finally find someone else who reads. Also, he provided endless amusement at the show last night. "The desert in my mouth has seeped into my brain!" And with that, I shall finally attempt some productivity.

So I'm sitting in my office at 6:30 pm, and I seriously need to get some work done on this project due Friday. But instead, I'm updating my blog. Surprise surprise. Anyway, went to the Radiohead show last night, which was (obviously) awesome. Had a tremendous time with chem kids, even if we did smush 6 people into Chris's car. Which wouldn't have been so bad, except that we sat in traffic in the parking lot after the show for about an hour. Which also would not have been so bad if I hadn't had to pee. True, I could have gone in the bushes, but I had reached a level of discomfort that wasn't quite painful enough to motivate wandering off into the dark woods. Also, discovered that if the opportunity ever arises, I will definitely fuck Thom Yorke.

Wandered around most of today in a bit of a stupor, but that's a pretty small price to pay. Just have to get through this week (and this damn final project) and then it's fall break and andy's birthday party and time for megan to get truly fubar-ed for the first time since arriving in atlanta. Can't wait. :-)