Crystal has returned from her interview at Tufts. They apparently loved her, as they made her an offer last week - full tuition/expenses paid, plus a $28,000 a year stipend. She’s 95% certain that she will accept. I’m 100% certain that I am excited, as I will now have a viable reason to travel East more frequently.

Speaking of traveling East, my boys just announced that they will be playing a string of reunion shows in the NYC/DC area at the beginning of August!!! As this just happens to coincide with Crystal’s planned move to Boston, I will be accompanying her to the coast to help her settle in, then the two of us will hop a train to NYC and party like the Champions we are. These are, of course, only tentative plans at this point, but I promised the gods a cheese sandwich if it happened, so I expect that it will. (What deity could turn down a cheese sandwich, honestly?!)

I will be doing some traveling before that, as my job has decided that they like me enough to send me to San Francisco for a conference in July. I have no idea why they would think this is a good idea. They’ve seen the way I act - let me loose with no supervision in a party town like SF and they’re bound to be paying bail by the end of it. Melissa and Mary will be accompanying me (yayz!), so I’m hoping they will keep me in line. And make sure that I don’t take any pills that will be freely offered to me whilst walking down the street. (The green ones with the smiley face are particularly tasty, I hear.)

Speaking of drugz, this Psyc class is turning me into the most gigantic dork ever. The last chapter I studied was about the inner workings of the brain: parts of the brain, neurons, hormones, neurotransmitters, etc. Crystal and I were discussing the subject one evening, and she pointed me to this website, where I proceeded to spend an entire hour in a knowledge-induced trance. (Most of that hour, however, I spent watching the mouse on Ecstasy dancing. He was mesmerizing. Perhaps he was the cause of my trance, even.) I put all those mice into the machine several times to see how the drugz were affecting their brainz, and I squeed every single time just because I knew what “synaptic vesicles” and “dopamine receptors” were. The next day I showed it to everyone at work, which prompted Melissa to declare, “No one ever give her a textbook again, ever.” Probably for the best, tbh.