I've been riding this contact buzz on love all day...

Proof that I am a consummate dork? Today is my library supervisor's 26th wedding anniversary. Her husband sent her a really nice bouquet of flowers, and she was positively glowing. "I can't think of anyone I'd rather hang with. And he seems to feel the same way." And then, she calls him to thank him on my shift, and I had the pleasure of hearing all of that. Could not have possibly been cuter. I've been stupidly giddy over this all day -- and why? I'm not terribly close to this woman; people have anniversaries every day. But damn, 26 years and she was glowing.

So I can still count the number of couples who I can personally verify are still happy after 20+ years together on two hands. Yes, I am still cynical. Perhaps only more so because this leads naturally to: well where the hell can I find one? But it does me good just to know that sometimes, sometimes love lasts, and you are best friends, and you don't regret it for a moment. But I take the optimism and I take the cynicism and I keep looking for love anywhere it may be hiding.

Now that Josh has made DHS solemnly swear to offer Gender and Dracula again next fall, there are more fascinating gender studies courses being offered that semester than I know what to do with. I could easily take five gender studies courses. Except for the small matter of still being a political science major... Yes, there's no way around the fact that to complete the major, I will have to give up three course slots each semester of my senior year.

Dare I? Dare I drop the major I loathe and design my own? Hmm, I meant for this paragraph to be longer, but then I really can't think of any good reason not to. Yes. I will definitely talk to Dr. K. on Thursday and soon I'll be introducing myself thusly: 'Hi, I'm Lauren, Class of 2005, I'm from the Akron area, and I'm a Womens Studies major.' Rock.

I probably meant to write more tonight, but you know me... Compulsive Planning Girl is off designing a major.