My parents came today and took most of the stuff out of my room. It was pretty sad watching everything in my room disappear, and now it's even sadder because the only things left in my room are my computer and printer, enough clothes to get by for the next few days, and a couple of lamps. The hardest part was watching my parents leave and not being able to go with them. I wish I didn't have a stupid final Tuesday, then I wouldn't have to be here by myself for so long. Only 3 more days! Actually I'm really going to miss some people from Denison. I think the thing I'm worried about the most is that during the summer I will lose contact with some of the friends I've made, then I'll come back next semester and never see them or talk to them again. I don't want to lose any of the friendships I've made here and I know how easy it is for people to fall apart if no one makes an effort to keep in contact. I know that's what has happened with some of my high school friends. So everyone from Denison had better talk to me next year! ;)

We had a cookout at the Kappa house last night. It was pretty predictable and everyone was kind of in a blah mood because we had to stay here another weekend for finals. Well, at least the people I talked to kind of wished they were going home. Plus everyone was dead tired from cramming for finals.

So, at dinner tonight (no Curtis food for 4 nights in a row!) my dad called me a social recluse. Taken out of context, that sounds very bad. Let me elaborate. Once again, my parents were pressuring me about where I was going to get a job this summer. For the thousandth time, I explained to them that I would never work at Smith's Foodfair again as long as I live. The people who work there are either still in high school (not the one I went to) or they are really old and never went to college. So basically, I have nothing to talk with them about, since college is pretty much my life now. They finally gave up on trying to get me to talk, so they would all gather in a corner somewhere and talk while I stood by myself and read magazines or jotted notes on receipt paper. Obviously this made me feel like a big loser since I was always left out of most of the conversations. So after explaining this to my parents, my dad's exact comment was "You're just like me, you're a social recluse." Then he said he didn't know what I was like around my friends, he only meant that about the way I acted at work. Still, I don't see myself as being socially reclusive. I know I don't open up and don't talk as much as some people, but I talk to who I want to talk to and when I have something to say, I say it. If that's socially reclusive, so be it.

I had a dream last night that I was back in All-State Band with all my All-State high school friends, only for some reason, there were several Denison people there as well. In my dream I was soooooo excited to be able to play my flute again and so excited to see my All-State friends [cause we had so much fun on the trips, trashing the boys' hotel room ;)], but I was also happy to see so many Denison people around. It was very weird/interesting. Perhaps it was my brain's way of meshing my happiest moments from high school with my most recent moments from college. Or maybe it was a sign that I should audition for the wind ensemble next year, something I've been contemplating on and off all year.

I miss having people to be goofy with, but fear that they will not even be there for me when I get home.

There are so many ants in my room! They are really starting to piss me off. They already got into most of my food, forcing me to throw all of it away! What more do they want from me? They'll pass by on my desk every now and then and I keep killing ants over and over again! I have no more food! I cleaned my desk drawers out and packed it all away! What do they want? I feel something on my arm and look down, and there's a freaking ant crawling on it. There was one on my blanket a while ago. Why can't they just leave me alone!!! It's so annoying! Oh well, at least I only have 3 more days!

Did you know there's a song called "Hello Alison"? It's not really a great song, but I love the chorus when they sing "Hello Alison, I wanna hold your hand, I haven't been the same man since I saw you comin' in, let's have a toast to the girl in aisle ten" It's so fun to hear your name in such a fun song!

My philosophy professor finally e-mailed the questions for the final. It's going to be so hard, seeing as how I don't even know half the stuff one of the questions asks. Oh well, I suppose I have plenty of time to study.