so many opportunities to not be alone

Having never really worried about my own food and when it expires, I find that I am slightly disturbed by the length of time that my loaf of bread has lasted without getting moldy. I don't even wanna know what kinds of chemicals are in that stuff, it is still toastable and that's all that matters. So I turned on the TV just now while eating my toast, and Old School was on BBC1. Suddenly I found myself stuffing my face with peanut butter and jelly and LOLing in the kitchen all alone. It was kind of glorious, actually. I guess Friday night at home is not that bad. Earlier, in a moment of homesickness, I decided to go down and see if I had received any mail. It was basically the best decision of my life, because in the courtyard I ran into the cutest guy ever in the whole world (Italian guy who looks like young Colin Firth) and we bonded over our mutual foreignness. I didn't even end up getting the mail, in the end, because my stupid key never works and I got tired of standing there wiggling it like a fool. But I guess the fact that I didn't end up getting the mail says a lot about the change in perspective that can be caused by running into a young Italian Colin Firth. Furthermore, I ran into my roommate Friederike in the hall after my peanut butter and jelly party and she invited me to go to the Camden Town market with her tomorrow morning. Cool! This has been a very out-of-order paragraph, and I'm sorry about that. I just thought you should know that I am very tempted to quote Death Cab for Cutie right now. Ok, maybe I will just do it in the title. That won't be as embarrassing.