Finally feel as though the pieces of my life are being placed in their rightful spaces. Leicester and England and the whole European experience are like a distant dream to me now, and coming back from it has thrown me competely off balance.

The past few weeks I've been furiously filling out applications. 'Job hunting' should be a full-time position. Found a position at my university's bookstore and as a tour guide to prospective students for the campus. I actually had to sit in on one of those 'information sessions,' where the admission counselors tell all the rising seniors what it takes to get into the university. And everyone has their moms and dads. Very 'tables-are-turned' kind of vibe. And, this morning, I got the good news that I'll be an office assistant at The Breeze, which is the student-run newspaper on campus.

Dave and I broke up. Rather, I broke up with him. And, not very well at that. We haven't really been in contact sense, which I'm hoping is just a phase.

Judd wrote me again. Said he dreamt about me the other night. Not really sure what to make of that.

And though I've been doing by best to dehermit myself, sci-fi tv keeps me locked away in my room. For one, there's Roswell. I finished the entire first season in 4 days, and I've been bidding like mad on Ebay for the second season. No luck as of  yet.

Also, getting lured in by Buffy again. About to finish the first season for this show too. Actually, all of Fox's shows that got cancelled Futurama. Angel (WB, I know, but I count it like Buffy), The Lone Gunmen, X-Files, Wonderfalls. Greg the Bunny. Woah, I'm such a dork. :)