"Have you ever been alone in a crowded room? Well I'm here with you..."
So, last week I met a guy at a frat party over at WPI. I gave him my number and he actually called. Anyway, last night I went over to his apartment and it really drives me crazy how nervous I was. Really, I'm 21, I should be way past this shouldn't I? I did feel fine once I got there, but argh. Anyway, I basically got there and played drinking games (with water since I had to drive myself home) with him and his roommates, and later some of his frat brothers who came over. He's a cool guy and I had a good time with all of them, and scored an incite to a big Halloween party which should be fun. He did kind of pass out at the end of the night, but they're off this week so they were drinking a lot.
I don't like not knowing what I'm doing. Any it doesn't help that all of my roommates want to know lots of details, and give me all sorts of advice. Most of them aren't that bad but I wish Jess would just shut up because she and I are nothing alike. I really don't know how people maintian relationships while they're in college - really, how do people have time. It took us over a week to get together and he didn't even have class. Ugh, I'll stop now.
Anyway, this is a big week. I do have a lot of assignments due, but none of them are that bad. On Wednesday I have to teach my first lesson (umm... holy shit). I'm teaching on the Salem Witch Trials to two sophomore classes, and I siddenly feel like everything I've learned about teaching is just gone. So, it's going to be an early morning and then I have studying to do before class. Ugh, I'm just going to want to sleep. However, my reward for the night is that I'm going to see The Cab and Panic with Kristen (my sister) and Kristen (my roommate). Anyone know if I can bring my camera into Tsongas?
Ugh, that turned into a really long, rambly entry. I apologize.