Many Things

I am currently in my new apartment at UCI. It is starting to take shape, although there is a distinct lack of shelving. I have a lot of books. I am already a trouble-maker. I was assigned one room in the apartment, but I didn't like it so I asked to switch to the other one. It has more windows, although the bathroom is not as nice. They had to call up my roommate and ask her if she would mind switching. I feel bad for her, since I have so much stuff. I'm trying to be fair about it, though, and leave equal amounts of space in common areas. The kitchen is really nice, though. It's pretty big, given the size of the apartment. I wish it had a gas stove, but you can't have everything. I'm also surprised that my mom was able to fit the futon in the living room. I have a futon. You should come sleep on it. I even have super-cool/super-nerdy space sheets to go with it. I have a full-size bed for the first time ever. I also have my own office in the physics building. Well, I share it with seven other boys. UCI is huge. There are multiple shopping complexes, and tonight we went with my grandparents to a fairly nice restaurtant in one of those complexes. Like a real restaurant, not like the the Sagehen Cafe. I don't know where anything is. I miss Pomona, which was small and comforting. I know where everything is there, and it didn't take me long to learn the campus when I was new. I miss having people to talk to. On my first day at Pomona when I was lonely and didn't know anyone, I called up Ryan. I don't really have anyone (read: a boyfriend) to talk to.

Last night I went to a party for one of my Marlborough friends. It was at Busby's, which is supposed to be a sports bar. When I thing sports bar, I think more like Hooters but without the scantily-clad waitresses. I think chicken wings, beer, and TVs with sports on them. I drive up to the place, and see a line out front. Luckily I'm from LA, so I know that you have to look nice basically everywhere, but I felt underdressed with my flip-flops. I realized that I like going out to parties when I'm arriving with friends and there is a specific purpose. Wandering at Pomona is OK, since I would be with friends. I don't want to wander from club to club, however. I liked partying at Pomona better, because I felt safer. And I didn't have to drive anywhere. When I'm in the mood to party, I can be quite the party-girl, and I do like to throw festive gatherings. Preferably with fancy dress or costumes. RIght now, though, I'm not really feeling the whole party scene. I just want to stay at home and read.

I did end up seeing Peter when I was in New York. We had a really good time together. We went to the Museum of Natural History, and then we walked through Central Park for a while. We also had dinner at The Hummus Place, but I was feeling really sick, so I didn't eat all that much. The weather was kind of crappy, but I had fun, and I looked cute (Peter, if you're reading this, I did wear the boots in part because of you). We talked (not about Us, but a good conversation). There were no awkward silences; only companiable ones. The kind of silence that can only be had between good friends. I felt like there was a bit of unspoken sexual tension, but that could have just been me. I'm glad that we got to spend the time together.

P.S. To my stalker Emily--Are you Stryker or Knouf? Or a completely different Emily? Please don't be offended that I can't tell.