I know the suspense was killing you, right? You were totally worried about my SMP. I'm so cruel to have kept you waiting.

Just kidding. You probably weren't thinking about it. But hey, whatever, I turned the draft in right on schedule. Debbie sent back her comments a couple days ago. She said I put together a really good SMP. It needs a couple edits, but I didn't expect it to be perfect this time around.

This week has been pretty crazy. Lots of people stressed out, mostly about family emergencies. I drove Elizabeth to the airport on Thursday to go to her grandmother's funeral. I decided to stay in DC for the weekend, seeing as I'd already driven up there. (Don't worry, I took the exam on Thursday morning that I was supposed to take Friday afternoon. I planned ahead!) The weekend was very pleasant for me, not so pleasant for Elizabeth. But this isn't Elizabeth's blog; it's mine.

Some highlights from the weekend: watching High Fidelity, eating tons of guacamole, hanging out with folks a whole bunch, buying a pair of jeans for $5 (and they fit!), cuddling in the shade at the National Arboretum, eating tasty pancakes, and planting rosemary. A good weekend, really. I'm starting to feel more and more at home in DC, which in turn makes me feel less at home at St Mary's. Perhaps it's for the best. I'm sure it'll make graduating and leaving a lot easier.

Driving back down to school this afternoon was strange. Elizabeth talked almost the entire time about her weekend, which sounded intense. She seemed to be grappling with simply returning to her normal routine after having such an intense experience. I was reflecting on returning to St Mary's now that I no longer felt that my being here is really accomplishing anything. Other than that whole diploma thing, you know. Whatever.

Oh. In case I didn't write this already, Matt decided on Harvard. Sometimes he just stops what he's doing and remarks, "I'm going to Harvard!" Ha. I guess it would be quite a thing to wrap your head around. On Thursday, we had a talk about him leaving in the fall, and then I think we both decided not to bring it up for the rest of the weekend. Denial ahoy.

I'm feeling very antisocial at the moment. There's a group dinner going on downstairs. I crept away. I was kind of hoping that someone would come upstairs to check in/chat, but I've had no luck so far.