It is amazing how little I care about my Middle Eastern politics class.
It’s almost worse than Comp Pol last semester. Almost. If Laura and Kenny and Mike weren’t there, I’d shoot myself. Mike is cute, Kenny is from Jersey, and Laura is my newest partner in crime.

Laura and I went to Scotty’s under the guise of studying on Monday night. We wound up eating breakfast food and ice cream, and having a really good talk. It is so good to talk to another intellectual female who prefers to spend most Friday nights reading; there are far fewer intellectual-elitist girls per capita than guys. She also understands some things that none of my other friends do, specifically regarding HWSNBN. It feels as if a giant weight of uncertainty has been lifted off my shoulders.

And overnight we have all this inside joke material and shared knowledge…oh “the vault.”
And it’s also wonderful to sit in the Government Department Lounge and fall off chairs laughing while Sebastian looks at us like we’re crazy. We are. Crazy for Nietzsche, that is.

Even though I was just home, I cannot wait for Thanksgiving. Tuesday night Brent and I are going wacky driving and diner dwelling. I remarked a few nights ago, that it’s wonderful we can spend our Senior Thanksgiving Break the same way we spent out Freshman Thanksgiving Break.

I have to write a Russia paper before leaving. And decide if I want to do intensive language study in Russian or German. Either way, I’ll be on the path to world domination