Well, here I am. Back in P-town for the summer. Of course, half my stuff's still in the 'burgh until my parents get back from Alaska. I knew my furniture would have to stay there, but then I couldn't fit everything else into Buiey, so Matt started throwing things in the attic. There really was no more room. My trunk was pretty much scraping bottom with all the junk in it. I still can't find my moisturizer or teapot. Of course, Matt has no clue where they are. If you know anyone in the 'burgh who needs a twin-sized bed, let me know. Otherwise, it's getting kicked to the curb as soon as I can convince my former roommate to throw it out for me.

I'm sort of moved in here. Matt gave me two drawers, which is really all he can spare, but I'm already eyeing the other 3. I also have most of a closet, and my computer is hooked up to Matt's spare monitor. The monitor, btw, is bigger than my tv. I made Matt watch Veronica Mars on it. He was unimpressed. Roommate Neil is gone for the weekend, which leaves me with Matt. I tried to tell him to sleep in Neil's room, but he wasn't buying it, and he's bigger than me, so he got his way. So, about 3/4 of my stuff is unpacked, due to spatial limitations.

(Matt just woke up and asked me to be nice to him in my blog and say how wonderful he is.)

I went on a massive cleaning spree Friday. Those boys shed like a couple of house cats. Matt made a big show of walking into each room and exclaiming on its cleanliness. We watched the OC (which I had never seen because, um...I have standards sort of) on one of the big projector screens in the CS building. Apparently, this is a lab ritual. A couple of people opened the door, and then closed it quickly. Maybe they thought they were missing a class? Or maybe they just wanted to watch CSI on the big screen. The guy who instigated the whole OC ritual apparently also watches the Gilmore Girls. I'm not going to comment on that. You can all infer the obvious.

I start work on Monday, if I can find the place. Matt and I tried to take a test run yesterday, but no dice. We were fine until we got to Radnor, but the short game was notsomuch with the good. We're going to try again today. Don't ask what I'm going to do if we don't find the place today because there is no plan C. In other job-threatening news, I got a call from HR Thursday telling me that I need to come up with more references so they can complete my background check. I thought I resolved this last week. SO, I called back and left a message, and they haven't gotten back to me, so I hope that doesn't turn into something really bad for me. Things are not boding well for this internship, people.

And, finally, in wedding-related news, we're going to visit Matt's parents today. We went yesterday so Matt could plan his trip with his mom, but I had to go stand outside because I'm allergic to their 40 cats. So, even though his mom asked if we've made a budget (which we have) and if there's anything we want her to pay for (which there is) Matt told her we hadn't made any progress, and we'd tell her later. It will come up today. I am determined, even though I can't be the one to bring it up, because it's awkward. It will be easier today because we're going to a restaurant (more on this later) so I won't be allergic to the surroundings. It will be worse because one of his mom's friends will be there, and we can't really discuss money in front of her. We'll see how this plays out. Matt thinks we're going out to dinner to celebrate the engagement. The friend taking us out requested either Houlihan's or this seafood place. Matt's mom hates Houlihan's, so she picked the seafood place. I heard this over Matt's cellphone because the speaker is up so loud that I could hear the whole conversation from the other side of the car. So, Matt tells his mom that he's never heard of the place, and she says she's never been there, either, but she's sure they'll have something I (Marisa) can eat. Matt tells her that he hopes there's something he can eat because...wait for it...NEITHER of us eats seafood. Nevertheless, Matt is now planning on ordering lobster. I haven't gotten to the root of the logic, there. I have to learn to be nice, now. After all, Matt is commuting with me all weekend, and these seafood-eaters are going to be family soon.