Surveillance at Founders

HFG was present at dinner tonight, and I flatter myself that I'm getting a different energy from him now. He came right up to me at the soda machine, and I caught him looking at me as I was looking for him! Such junior high drama. He sat near our table throughout dinner. I'm still quite self-conscious, though it did help to write a bit about it in my blog the other day. It's like every time I tell my story, I get bigger and it gets smaller. Maybe he knows that Alessandro and Halie are hanging out now and feels more comfortable around us silly Americans. I'm a little less terrified than I was about the whole man thing.

Brian used to say, "Go where you're fed."

I'm quite tired tonight. Don't know if I should take 175mg or 200mg of seroquel. I almost feel like going to bed early.

It's one of those moments when I'm glad to be living here. There's always stuff going on; people's lives are in progress. Claire and Lorian are talking about what to major in and the difficulties of being in school. Halie's sister is here, Bridget is back and studying for her Shakespeare midterm tomorrow. Meaghan just went out for a smoke; Brenna's around somewhere; Natasha is studying. Blake's been all but MIA this semester.

Oh, and Brenna had some of her food stolen again today. My hair continues to fall out, it gets thinner all the time. When will it stop?

I'm still feeling disconnected from my friends and I wonder if it's the seroquel. i hate that drug.