this is home this is where i go this is my playtime this is the past this is my time
 
13 January 2002

Friday night went out for dinner with friends. Began to talk about love and romance, initiated by Molly, who commented on couples in booths. Wondered exactly what sort of love I am looking for; and if I'm really looking for love at all? Love at first sight: is that really believable? Through the past two years, I've noticed that those who form a friendship before they choose to take the next level have a longer relationship than those who don't (just look at S. and C.). Then again, the thought of meeting someone's eyes and knowing immediately they are the one seems excessively nice.

Mike's party was a complete sham. Stayed for about twenty minutes, then when those from Eden Prairie came with a keg, decided to go. Disliked the many unknown people. I don't know, I'm not very comfortable in large group situations. That's why I'm kind of frightened at the thought of going on my college campus tours during spring break. Parents were even suggesting overnight stays. Gaah! Most of the time, the thought terrifies me, and I can already feel the awkwardness of the situation. Other times, I feel like it would be a good idea, to see if the college had people like me, who don't always want to party all the time. So what am I to do? I'm hoping that having lunch and observing classes will be enough to get a real idea. But it probably isn't.