A few things of note have happened between my last post and now. I've got to (start and) finish rewriting a paper but clearly, it's not as important as my new initiative to keep things from building up.

I've realized that I missed a key point in my last entry. Before going to the birthday party on Friday, Tess, Sarah and Jaíme cut my hair. It was a lot of fun. Click for my new Facebook profile picture. ¡Aquí!

Alright. Last night, I was on Facebook, looking to add Patrick, the sopho who picked me up and put me down on Saturday night, and decided to check out who our mutual Facebook friends were. There were two: Tess, which was no surprise, and senior at State High who I know through a bunch of people. I was sent into a state of mild shock. How the hell would this kid from Arizona, who has nothing to do with Penn State or State College, know this girl? I posed this question alongside my friend request. In the morning, I got an answer ("We met on the internet.") and a question ("How the hell do YOU know her?") Things like this have a tendency to freak me out. Of all the millions of people you could meet on the internet, this person, who I randomly started greeting and introduced myself to on a whim, has a friend from my hometown from my ring of friends. I MEAN, HOW WEIRD IS THAT?

It's rhetorical but I'll give you an answer. REALLY WEIRD.

Moving on. Tonight, I was working in the dining hall and got sent over to the pasta station, where I served people pasta with marinara sauce (which I occasionally called McNamara sauce for kicks) or "broccolini," as someone in line cleverly dubbed it. Eventually Joe showed up to make more of the special brocco-sauce. We'd talked a few times, both behind and over the counter and always had pleasant conversations. Today, he complimented my haircut and said that he liked my style. I thanked him and we continued to work. I learned that one of the benefits of being a dining hall employee is that you can take Skidmore classes, free of charge but that not too many people take advantage. He told me that he was looking to get a degree in... astrophysics, I think. From what I recall, it was something to do with physics and outer-space. After cleaning up the station, he said he had something to give me, pulled out a little bag from his pocket and removed a small black object from it. He explained that it's a tektite, a hunk of natural glass that is thought to be caused by the impact of a meteorite or comet and that he gives them to people he considers unique. I shook his hand, thanked him for the gift and told him to have a great evening.

I'm not entirely sure what to think of this, whether he hands out tektite to a number of student dining hall employees, but I'm simultaneously flattered and slightly concerned. I'm not sure if I'm reading into this too much but I suppose that as long as I don't let anything happen out of my control, it'll all be good and well. In any case, I've gained a tektite and... an adult admirer?

Hm. That makes it sound worse than it probably is.

Oh God. I have a shit-ton of work to do.

Apologies for the vulgarity. College is taking a toll on my language.