... I've finished another (and hopefully pretty close to final) revision of a story that will be in my thesis, I have successfully begun to redecorate our dining/living room, and my friend Lisa just emailed me that she's getting married in November to a really sweet guy we went to college with. But I feel ... I don't know, wistful, I guess. In a little over four months I'll have my Master's and have to face the adult world. And I'm ready for that, even impatient, but part of me can't help looking backward. I'm probably a little jealous, too, of all these people who already have jobs or spouses or houses (unfortunate rhyme) when my future on all three of these fronts is still so uncertain.

I did think of something weird, though, which is that I know very few people who are just dating somebody. Everyone I know is either engaged/married/living together or completely single, with not even a casual boyfriend/girlfriend. I have absolutely no idea what the significance of that is.

My mother was telling me over break that one of her coworkers, who is the mother of a guy that was a couple years ahead of me in high school, wanted to fix us up. Of course, this other woman was under the impression that her son would 1) remember who I was at all, since our only interaction was doing a high school musical when he was a senior and I was a sophomore and 2)be interested in someone he would only recall as a gawky sixteen year old with braces. Still, I had to hide my disappointment when Mom said she told her friend I wasn't interested because I'm staying in New York. I mean, I am staying in New York for awhile, but beggars can't be choosy, and all that. And this guy was pretty hot when we were in high school. Besides, just because he has a job in Oklahoma now doesn't mean he wouldn't follow me to New York if things got serious. Thanks a lot, Mom.

(OK, this was a very high schoolish entry, so I apologize. I'm not feeling up to pithy commentary today.)