Contrary to what I had hoped for, spring break has come to an end and I am back at school. Now all the things that I thought could wait until after spring break (because spring break will never end, remember) have smacked me in the face and left me reeling.

I had a spectacular break, spent with Darren himself. We ate unhealthy amounts of buffalo wings, stayed up late, played Playstation, drank too much pop and made fun of each for a week a half straight. The fact that it was absolutely freaking awesome goes without saying.

Then there was the trivia at Buffalo Wild Wings. Two things as good as trivia and wings should never be combined, as I now fear I may have to sell all of my possessions, hair and kidneys included, to support my needs. And of course once we were finished up with our wings and trivia we had to hurry home to catch Jeopardy. Could it be an old married couple in the making?

I was thinking I might get sick of the kid after spending nearly every waking moment together for ten days, but I just left thirsting for more. In fact I can't wait to graduate in December so I can be a complete bum for the first few months of next year (in familial tradition) and hang out at his pad for another week or two or...I might just not leave.

I met his family. I was scared shitless, but they're good people and I look forward to seeing more of them. I just talked to my mom who told me how much she adores Darren. This is all going too well. I expected my infatuation to peak and to be falling off by now, but that doesn't seem to be happening. It's growing like a weed and I don't see a decline (hell, I don't even see a plateau) in sight.

In conclusion I would like to acknowledge that, yes, I have turned into one of those girls who chatters incessantly about her boyfriend on subjects that really couldn't matter less, about things that no one (besides me, of course) finds cute or amusing or even worth listening to. I hate people like me.