last night was the annual dinner for my program. so. much. fun. upon arriving, everyone got a label stuck on his or her back by the dean of students. the label had the name of a famous person, mostly in religious studies, historical or fictional. then other people would answer yes-or-no questions as to who was on your back. apparently the dean tried to pick someone out of the sphere of interest for each person--so my jewish/islamic studies friend got francis of assisi, and my history of christianity friend got moses maimonides. i got sigmund freud, which is ironic because i actually did portray freud for a project in middle school, so it wasn't that foreign to me. of course there was plenty of wine to make this venture more interesting. after dinner there was pictionary. but, like, intellectual-style. with clues such as "compassionate conservatism" and "ownership society." no, i don't know how that was supposed to work. but it did, eventually. our team probably came in last, but it was fun. afterward we were all going over to this girl's apartment, but i got separated from the group momentarily and went to the pub with some people....kind of weird....so then eventually we caught up with everyone else at the apartment for a festive after-party of drinking and petting the cat and dog. oy, i was there late. for some mysterious and happy reason, i am not hungover today.

so, what else has been going on...well, on campus i ran into an old friend from summer camp. i haven't seen her since i spent new year's eve at her house in iowa city my senior year of high school.

last week on tuesday i organized an incredibly fun group: one person from kenyon, one from iowa, one from my program, and nate and JC. total strangers eating dinner together at brewpub=good times aplenty! everyone got along so well. fun fun.

on saturday nate and JC came down here and we spent the day doing my favorite things: talking, looking at books, taking hours-long walks, smoking, going to the pub. i love them so much.

in other news, i am having crazy shit happening with boys. plural. last thursday we had a class get-together at the pub, which of course meant moving on to the bar afterwards, which somehow meant going to smoke at G's house. where i basically hit on the boy in my program i have a big crush on, in an obvious and entirely unsuccessful way. which somehow ended up with this other boy coming home with me. then, on saturday, i invited the boy i met new year's eve to come out to the bar with me, nate, and JC. and then he came home with us. ahem. then, on monday, frank called. voice from the past. he called again tuesday. and thursday. and he wants me to go somewhere with him, just like last march's trip to paris. so. how do i tell the sweet boy at home that i might not come home on spring break because i am going to brussels or amsterdam with another man? i have told J that i will see other people while i'm in chicago, but this is kind of different. because i missed frank more than i knew, and vice versa. i don't know. i'll have to think about it. a lot.