magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

going to campus is scary. the possibility of running into her increases. of course there's always the possibility, every time i leave my house. but the closer i am to hers, or to somewhere she must at some point go (the mailroom), the faster my heart beats. it's inevitable, i know. next wednesday, one short week, and we'll be sitting in class together. but still, for a little over a month there was a three hour drive between us. and now.

i didn't run into her though. emptied my mailbox, stuffed with mail, but still missing some of the things i was expecting to find.

met chris.k for lunch. we sat in east side pockets and talked for quite a while. then a drive around the countryside, looking for some piece for his drum set, listening to music from gay porn, which really is not as bad as it sounds--the group matmos, who played with bjork on her last tour, have also scored porn films to pay the bills, and as part of piehead records' yearlong series of limited releases they put together a cd of film music they had written.

home, and some dinner with shannon. we stayed up late last night talking. i think we'll get along well as roommates. the third party, an exchange student from japan whom neither of us has met, arrives tonight. and speaking of things that scare me, meeting new people is up there too. but i'm going to have to do it this year, since most of the people i do know have left.

and as if to tie all of this together, in a way, i also briefly met one of my upstairs neighbors. she's in furniture. she's cute. her name's stef. (or maybe steph, but still.)