I am giggling like a school girl. So tickled.
I've said it before, but I think the last few years of my life I have been going through what most teenagers go through, since I missed out on a lot of it then. It's fun.

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Last night, at Lydia's going away party - odd group of people, from mixed circles. Audrey did a choreographed dance to "Dirrty" for Dave and I as we sat on the couch, complete with throwing her hat off at the climax. Molly is jumping around in a sequined tube top. Brian was dressed like Donald Duck. Paul is ga-ga-goi-ing, 90s club music playing, Britney sing-a-longs.... typical in my yuppie-artschool-shit life-fantasy world, but I realized how completely bizarre it would seem to someone from outside that world.

Dave looked over to me, completely serious, with wide eyes, and said "My mind..... is melting."

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Lydia had broken up with Ben the day before - they are both Drama students. I witnessed something I thought was completely chic and genuine and graceful: at Ben's arrival, he kissed her on the cheek (closer to the mouth than the ear, as old lovers do) and they hugged and looked directly into each others face. Lovely.

"I saw them say hello," I said to Audrey. "Everything seemed fine."
"Well, yeah. They are actors. That's what they do."

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I love my life here. I'm sad to leave.
The new morning routine (and this is always the same routine, with different characters and locations, in the best parts of my life) is that I run into Jen's room in the morning, and snuggle under the sheets with her and we giggle and laugh and bury our faces into pillows and kick legs in the sheets. This morning Tom made us both coffee and brought it to us. Everything is beautiful.