Saturday night, I met a girl named Sibel in the Fens at 1 am. She goes to Connecticut College, and she transferred from BC. She said some pretty harsh things about BC. She tried on my non-prescription eyeglasses with the big black rims, and after we chatted and exchanged numbers and parted ways, I realized she was still wearing them!

It's okay though. Just as I came across the glasses in a strange way, so did Sibel. It feel like an appropriate way to lose them.

Thoughts that I don't feel like connecting at all:

I envy my fellow bloggers' ability to articulate their emotions. 

It is impossible to go to New York City and spend less than $100.

My friend Anna (who is from Virginia) has a friend at Wesleyan whose roommate went to high school with my cousin. The world is miniscule. 

I am not a good driver. Did you know that when you merge onto the Mass Pike from I-84, if you go the wrong direction, there isn't a goddamn exit for 10 miles? 

Oh, and Kelsey told me I sang on key today! Believe it.

Right now I'm sitting in the living room, and I'm just listening to my house. The dryer is whirring softly. The furnace is making its dull breathing noise. The logs in the wood stove behind me occasionally shift. And I know how the stairs will creak as I walk up them, lightfooted as I will try to be, and how the bathroom faucet will take at least 20 seconds to get warm. 

The overwhelmingly familiarity of all this is so comforting.