This is the first sleepless night I've had in ages. Probably because up until I finished comps I was too tired to hold my eyes open past 9pm. Now I'm back into my fucked up sleeping schedule--at least until I start drafting my proposal.
But enough academic bullshit. I've been laying here in bed thinking about boys. The latest Match guy (Lurcher #2) is such a complete ass chaser it's almost chortle-worthy. Finally got tired enough of his antics that it was no longer amusing, so I told him to bugger off.
Jeremy said to me this weekend--as we were dancing in the kitchen--that he could tell I'm really "stoked" about Barrister. And he's right.
As much as I am that independent girl who gets weirded out by public displays of affection, flowers, candy, and any use of the phrase, "make love," (vomit) I would still like to meet someone with whom I can giggle and get butterflies in my tummy, and with whom I can debate the nature of the universe. And a British accent is nice too.
So, yes, I really have my fingers crossed. I'm lonely. It sucks. But even if it doesn't work out, I'll be ok. I shan't settle.