Shhhh...I'm not supposed to be here.

I had a hunch that this schedule would be bad for me, and, what do ya know! It is. Three 8am - 9pm class/work days in a row? Definitely nasty. The first day wasn't so bad... in fact, it was rather enjoyable. It was enjoyable right up to the part where I realized that I had a shit-load of reading to do, and virtually no time to do it, and that I had to wake up at 7am the next morning. So, as a result, I only got 5 hours of sleep, went to work for four hours this morning, had 2 cafe mochas, went to class, came back and tried to nap... only to wake up to a text message less than an hour later. When I was jolted from sleep by my phone, I was literally shaking from exhaustion (I still kind of am), and moaned aloud. All I wanted to do was sleep.

... This changed, of course, when I saw who the text was from: Ricardo. It said: "do u mind if I cme over & visit u?" This was what I had been hoping for - not only did Ricardo call me of his own volition, but he wanted to come to me. YES!!! Hastily, I lifted the phone shakily to my ear and pressed the call button. I put on a cheery, semi-awake voice, and told him where to go, and then went out to meet him by the bus stop. We greeted each other with grins, and I showed him the way to my apartment... and then the inside of the apartment itself. He commented on my art, hanging on the wall (and then also commented on how easily I dismissed my work - I guess I'm too modest), and we sat in the living room and talked for a while. Apparently, he is a Roman historical fiction afficionado because when we got talking about books, he excitedly started telling me about Shakespeare's Julius Ceasar (which I have not yet read) and how in high school, in his spare time, he created a family tree for the Roman ruling family using Wikipedia (he admitted - and demonstrated - that's he's a Wikipedia addict). We both talked a bit about how we both used to read and write a lot, but it died down after senior year of high school, and how we were both trying to get back into it. And then we got in the topic of Kresge College myths, and he had to go look them up on Wikipedia to see if they might be true. The myth was that Kresge was named after the guy who founded K-Mart - and, sure enough, it was true!

Then we both had to go to class. Our classes were in the same direction, so we walked together. When we got to the Crown hill (out of the way, for him), he not only went up the hill with me, but walked me right to the door of my classroom, and then lingered for a while talking before finally giving me a hug and asking when he might see me again ("Friday, I guess, for the dance (thanks for telling me about that, by the way)?"). And then he left... and I had Creative Writing, at which we had the best guest-reader/speaker ever, Kip Fulbeck. I really want to read more of his work, but I don't have the time... maybe later.

Speaking of not having the time, I've over-done my stay on the internet - I'm suppose to be reading my Lit 101 theory book. So, until later...!