friskin

This week went by really fast. I feel like a real airhead because I can't even remeber most of what happened. I guess I spent a good amount of time in the library. On Wednesday I skipped choir to finish a lab so I could go to RC in Madison. There's a guy who reminds me of Steve there, and it made me even more homesick. Well, made me realize that I am anyway. I'm glad and sorry that I haven't really met anyone like the people in Troy.

I doubt that last weekend's crazyness will be topped, but it's off to a pretty good start. I came home to another message from D. He invited me to hang out and we had fun. Too bad alcohol is the devil and ranks higher on the necessity chart than nice girls like me.

Tomorrow is my radio show again. Apparently there was a meeting that I totally did not know about last night. They're changing something or other because loop shows are illegal. I was going to leave a half hour early so I could catch the tail end of the Found Magazinething. Because I will cry if I miss something so freaking cool that I enjoy so much. I might still leave early. If everyone else can have fucked up priorities, so can I.

I'm flying a week from tomorrow.

Things I Will Do:
Walk the dog.
Go for a drive.
See Napoleon Dynamite again at Crossgates.
Shalimar.

If you want to see me, you should. I'll be making the rounds. Ask me out on a date.