I hope, dear reader, that you will excuse me. Tonight I do not plan on having any kind of theme or organization to my writing, other than it's what I wanted to write at that precise moment. Maybe this will help me slip out of my head for a minute to give my thoughts a rest.

So busy right now. I can't even express it in words, much less put a pronoun in that sentence. Being an RA is all that I dreamed of and more. I finally feel like I'm making a difference and really doing something with my life. I can see my residents walking around campus and think to myself, "Goodness, I remember when she was crazy awkward. Look at her now. She's too cute to boot, just like the social butterfly I knew she was". I can see the fruits of my labor when I work on a program or when I organize a mass trip to support breast cancer (yep, I'm co-organizing Race for the Cure this year on campus). And it makes me so fulfilled and happy and, yes, exhausted, but so rewarded.

It's long hours, and a lot of the time I really don't have any time to listen to anything but the sounds of my own ideas and thoughts bouncing through my head. Today, like most Tuesdays, I had a break. Calling my mother probably helped to relieve a lot of my tension. She's addicted to Grey's Anatomy now. So much so that she paid ten dollars more for the third season of it at Wal-Mart than buying it cheaper from Amazon; the benefit was that she got to see lots of sex, soap operatics, and more sex (with a little medicine) as soon as she got home.

Gosh, I miss her right now. My dad too. Tony probably more so. Dad's not coming for Family Weekend and neither is Tony. I don't know why that makes me sad. Oh wait, nevermind, yes I do. Tony's more of a father right now than my real father is, and to have both of them disappoint me is kind of overwhelming. I can always count on my mother. But, like every good little girl, sometimes there's not much that can replace a father's love ... I really don't want to cry now, because if I do then I won't stop. And I need to not break down right now.

Our, Claire, Mel's and mine, radio show, MC² begins on Monday. Yep, we're all DJs together. I've already got some music picked out, and more that I need to buy from iTunes that I discovered over the summer. It's all crazy good. I may just start posting the songs that I use for my segment of the radio show (it's the three of us playing "our music" that fits the title of the show that day).

Speaking of DJs, Allen and I went out for our six month anniversary last Friday. Our anniversary was the 1st of September, but Allen was crazy-busy with a piece for a newspaper he had to submit, and I wanted to go home and see my mother. Friday we went to LR to Star of India and then to see Bourne Redundancy ... I mean, Ultimatum. The movie was fantastic. Not as good as the first or second, but still damn fine for the last of a trilogy. I had such a wonderous time with Allen. Words can't really describe, but I'm grinning and smiling as I write this, if that gives you any indication of how happy I am.

Wow, it felt good to write all this out. More like, it felt good to not be worrying about everything and anything. And to have some me-time. Something that I'm getting less and less of these days. In some circumstances I don't mind it at all, but every once and a while, it's so soothing to not think of anyone else's problems, jokes, or feelings. Nice to not have the weight of your world and someone else's on your shoulders.