I was so exhausted yesterday. As the afternoon crashed down, a gargantuan head ache held my skull tightly. By the time I got on the bus back to Chapel Hill, I was actually about to throw up, and that feeling lasted for the entire hour back. I decided that maybe all I needed was something to eat, so I checked into Kerr Drugs on my way to the next bus. I bought some Doritos (I'm addicted.), and 4 batteries for my cassette player. Oo.. I just realized that I spend the same amount of money on my shoes as I do on my cassette player - $8. You could say I'm not terribly obsessed about quality.

The Doritos helped a little, perhaps because the smell of them covered up the sweet, overbearing perfume smell I kept imagining followed me everywhere, even when it was just me and tons of fresh air around. (I don't wear perfume, so it wasn't me.) I keep smelling that fucking perfume, though, so my random hypocondria is starting to get convinced that I have some sort of brain malfunction.

As I walked into the apartement, I found Aziza and Gene sitting on the couch, reading. Aziza handed me a xmas card I had received while I was away, but had forgotten to be passed onto me. It was from Heather. Nothing like a well wish from someone you met just a day ago :) As Aziza had some reading to finish, me and Gene left to eat at Elmo's. Yeah..

I had a bowl of veggy chili (Elmo's has the best), a small Caesar salad (I ordered a biscuit with it, but got cornbread instead. I'd never had corn bread before that, and after a brief taste test, decided I didn't like it, so Gene traded his nice italian bread piece for it.), and a small order of fries.

I described everything that had happened at Carlacon, and the people who were there, and the funniest thing happened. I mentioned Angela, and well, she's one of the people I've talked about before, so he knodded recognatively, and then interrupted me in the midst of talking - "Wait a minute. Does Angela have shoulderlength deep brown hair and.. (insert further description)"

Baffled I nodded. Baffled, because I've never described her, nor shown him a picture of her. It turns out he sees her every so often at his English building, and just.. thought it seemed like it might be "my angela". Since she used to teach at that departement, it's highly likely that it's her. Now I'm all jeallous - he's seen her more than I have! ;)

Luckily, that'll hopefully be corrected soon.. in fact, we just set a time and meeting place to meet tomorrow afternoon, and she's bringing her 18 month adorable son. OOO, toys!

After dinner, I managed to talk Gene into taking me food shopping at Harris Teeter. I spent $60 (on my VISA card, my dad promised to pay) on things like butter, spinach, cheesecake puddings, cinnamon apple oatmeal, frozen eggplant parmigiana dinners (current obsession).. Quite exciting. Or frightening.

See, my only way to go grocery shopping is to have someone drive me there, or to wait till it's saturday and spend four or more hours waiting on a bus, riding to a FoodLion and back. Hence, since Gene is the one person with a car who is most frequently around (something like 3 or more weeknights he comes over and watch TV with us, and then there's fri-sun where it seems we go driving around and establish that there's nothing fun to do ), I usually ask him if he minds taking me by Harris Teeter to stock up on food, and he usually does.

Last time was about 3-4 weeks ago, and well... that time I asked him to be my shopping consultant, and stop me from buying things I really didn't need, and.. he did. Heheh. He's very good at keeping me in line, and he takes it seriously. "Don't even think about grabbing that cake mix off the shelf. You do NOT need that.", and like a scolded child, I put it back. Works great. Anyhow. From shopping together so many times, he's become all too familiar with how I work. It's getting scarier every time.

As we entered Harris Teeter, I told him to wait in the produce section while I went to the bathroom, and as a joke I shouted "Feel free to pick up anything you know I'd buy!" Well, I returned, and.. he was just finishing up tying a knot to close the plastic bag where he'd put 2 large, firm, spotless green bell peppers. I just starred. Ah well. He saved me 5 minutes of picking and choosing for the perfect bell pepper :)

As we walked down aisle after aisle, similar things kept happening. I would think "Hmm I wonder if the Ramen nood.." "...The Ramen noodles are usually here, aren't they?", I'd hear. I told you. Scary. I'm just hoping we never have as connected braintracks as Aziza and he have. Hehe.

As we got home and started to unload the stuff, I noticed a guy parking his car, and because I knew someone from a mutual class of Aziza and Gene's was coming over to study, I suspected it was him. It was. :)

As we got into the apartement, we quickly regrouped - Aziza, Gene and Mark went into Aziza's room to study (though in the beginning, I heard baffled "you met your bf on the internet? You met your room mate on the internet too???"), and I unpacked my groceries, then retreated to my room, listened to my new, excellent tape bootleg of the Raleigh Tori Amos concert I was at last october, and read the weird based-on-a-true-case serial killer book.

Unfortunately, I shouldn't have. It gave me _severe_ nightmares, leading me to wake up every hour all creeped out and scared. Around 4 I got the brilliant idea to play a tape real quietly, and that lulled me to sleep. *sigh*.

I'm working on a nice sort of account of CarlaCon, but I don't think it'll be up until tomorrow afternoon. I'll post the url then. Yeah.