Just checking in.

Erik’s parents made excellent food again. We should eat at his house more often to save money. I need to thank them, next time I’m over. Which should be later today.

Liz had the idea of getting dessert and then going somewhere for a picnic. Erik and I ended up getting dessert from Chili’s, and then the four of us (me, Erik, Dan, Liz; pay attention :D) went to the castle on the other side of Budd Lake. Never noticed it before. We ate and romped and took suggestive pictures, effectively killing nearly two hours.

Slept with Erik again last night. I appear to be at CCM, right now. Liz has a final she needed to take, so Erik and I accompanied her. I happened to see a course schedule book for next fall, so I picked one up. I saw the Game Designing course Erik spoke of. Heh, a 100 level class, I’d tear through it. Calc III is the last math course they offer. I think I’d want to go through my old calc book before registering, though. I want to hand these kids their asses.

I paused when I passed by spanish. It’s been years since I’ve taken spanish, yet I can still understand some of the things my hispanics coworkers say. If I do that, I’m up to three. Four courses to be a full-time student, that’s the impression I’m under. As expected, talking to Erik about college doesn’t bother me. Would be nice if I could eliminate the stigma around my dad.

I think once Liz finishes her final, we’ll head to IHOP. At least, it sounds like a good idea to me. Though, I’ll avoid the carafe of OJ. Cheaper to just by a damn quart or two at ShopRite. *yawns*

Erik yoinked some Karaoke Revolution-related equipment from the Church household. I’ll finally get to show off my uberskill on Billie Jean this evening.

Going back to thinking about returning to school, I think I’ll be fine as long as I completely disassociate from my experience at Rutgers. That’s over and done with, and it doesn’t need to be like that again. Moreover, there is no pressure to “finish” within a certain time period. As I said to my dad, if he wants me to waste his money that badly, I’ll be glad to oblige.

Something else. County is cheap enough where, if I really wanted to, I could pay for it myself. It’s a thought.

I’m only twenty-one. Given the events of the past year, I think everything will work out.