My evening class got out early last night because my prof was sick. I thought I'd use the time to do research for a paper I have due in a few weeks. I headed to the library and ran into Dan (one of the guys from "West Side Story"). He sat down at the table I was at and we started talking. I was enjoying our conversation until he tried to kiss me. Yes, out of the blue tried to kiss me! No warning whatsoever. I pushed him away and tried to explain as nicely as possible that I wasn't into him. It was just so awkward and unexpected. Maybe if he had asked me out first, but it just felt very weird. I still feel weird and bad about it. I don't want to hurt his feelings. I really like him...just not that way.

Tonight is my last dance class. We're doing the Samba. Oh, how I'm dreading it. The Samba is just so awkward for new dancers and I just can't imagine some of the students pulling it off. It should be an interesting hour.

I don't know what's up with Bill. He blew me off last week and then acted strange on Tuesday. I don't know if I did something to annoy him or what. Actually, it feels like everyone is acting weird lately. Molly has been acting so strange the past few days. Every time I see her she jumps like I've startled her or something. Is the moon in some strange phase that I'm unaware of?

I'm glad to be getting away this weekend. Mark sent me an email this morning to let me know about some plans for Saturday night. I wish we had more time to spend there. I'd like to see Boston but I don't think we'll have much time for that.

Well, time for me to log off and get back to school work...