Hump day.

"Greetings, loved ones. Let us take you on a journey..."--Snoop Dogg

E's outing with Oliver on Friday was quite successful. E is making strong and steady gains, so she and O are moving at an appropriate pace, we find. C and I hung out with the two of them tonight, and they have won our stamp of approval. Nothing is official [yet], but we majorly approve of this and hope it continues serving E and O well (yes, I have knocked on the wood for us all).

Unfortunately, Jack is not faring so well on the love front. He and his girl have had an apocalyptic falling-out once and for all, or so we think. He is hurting, but we are here for him. Last night, there were some tears and story sharing and C even got a little choked up. Just a little. Because, well, here we all were, 18 years old, in Room 123, discussing the meaning of love and life and loss at approximately 12:23 AM on a Wednesday morning. And, in all seriousness, in those moments C definitely learned more than she did in any of her previous three classes earlier that day. Maybe that's why we go to college.

M's life is good but not extremely eventful. She's just workin' and kind of developing ADD in the sense that a lack of pressure just gives her all the more reason to procrastinate and screw herself over. There have been several attempts to meet straight males, all of which have failed so hard. Perhaps this is a sign that she's destined to be with Paul after all. She'd probably be okay with that, but the fact that she can't even expand her circle of guy friends is kind of sad.

Meantime, C has become a goldfish. No kidding. She eats everything in sight. It could be due to the fact that the food at the University Cafeteria is shit, or perhaps her newly acquired job at the bar is contributing as well. And yes, it is a bar. A candy bar, that is. And for some reason C finds it hilarious to tell people she works in a bar and then add that it only sells candy. Part of her job description is "tasting" to figure out what certain mysteries covered in chocolate are. She can't complain.

On the male front, C swore off men long enough to find a boyfriend. Yes, like a real-life boyfriend. Scary, right? But she assumes this is just how the college world works. C and "Quinn" are facebook official. They smooch in public. They go out to dinner. And sometimes, just sometimes, hold hands. Crazars, no? Such is the world.

Shit. Just lost a pretzel.

TFTD: You look just like Maebe from Arrested Development.

[Aside: C looks like Maeby as much as this looks like this. ]

From C to M: I'm ass-cited, in the words of my six-year-old neighbor. He also has trouble with K's and called Garfield "titty tat."

Asscitingly yours,
C. & M.