Weird things to feel accomplished about, but...

I feel oddly accomplished tonight... mostly because a lot of what I did today was mostly chauffering people around in my boss's old Volvo station wagon. My crowning achievement (aside from successfully navigating the streets of Hyde Park) was parallel parking it. As a rural Ohio girl, I have parallel parked basically nothing ever. So the fact that my first successful instance of parallel parking was in Chicago in a station wagon makes me feel like a good driver. (Just play along, it's rare that I'm so proud of myself.)

I should so be in bed right now, though... I have to be downstairs at seven tomorrow morning to help with move-in. But I'm strangely excited. I dunno... maybe I'm still on the omg-I'm-not-bored-anymore high. I mean, I'm never like, introducing myself to first years when they come in to stare at the ceiling of the lobby and ask the poor desk clerks if they can go up and look around. Yet I was today. (Okay, I only did it once, and that was mostly because I felt bad for laughing at them because I'd just been talking to people about how that was what always happens the Friday before move-in. I could watch them and predict their movements five steps before they got to them, and remember doing the exact same thing the day before I moved in. So adorable.)

Goshdarnit, you know what it is? I'm freaking nostalgic. Frick. I knew this was gonna happen.