My Butt Itches.

It's okay, I just scratched it.

So, I'm convinced that my weird moods are indicative of change. I think that I'm just in the process of changing a whole lot right now and my disposition at this time reflects a massive alteration of my current (or past) state of mind. Make sense? Well, it does to me. Trust me.

I'm at the public library right now. Nothing to do. You know how good it feels to say that? SO GOOD. I spent last night with the Crawfords whipping up homemade pizza and watching movies (Walk the Line is SO GOOD). It was fun. Friday night was a different story. I ended up passed out on some random dude's couch. Don't ask. (And don't worry, I wasn't in danger or anything.) I suppose almost three Long Islands will do that to a girl who rarely drinks. It really wasn't that interesting (aka I don't remember parts of the night...well, they're a bit blurry), but it was super fun. I DO remember that the men's line for the bathroom was about five times longer than the one for the women's bathroom. Kacey and I were running done the line and high-fiving all the dudes. It was funny. The bar we were at (Red Door in Fremont) was a serious sausage fest! There was minimum female representation. The Washington dating scene (or maybe it's the West Coast) is whack. I don't know how, but it's definitely different from the Midwest. No idea why, ask me after I've been here for longer. Met a cool guy, but when we started chatting about the NCAA tourney, he said, "I think I'm in love with you." UHHH. No. Thank you very much, but I have heard that more than once before and my little invisible red flags pop up every time I hear the word "love" mentioned in the first conversation I'm having with a dude. See ya.

That's the weekend. I only got ten minutes till the lib closes! Gots to go!