Talked to two of my professors today in regards to getting a letter of recommendation for graduate school. They both said yes! Awesome! Next year I'll be applying to grad school. When I was talking to them, I was nervous and not nervous at the same time. Physiology wise, my body was calm with no change in heart beat rate and I did not mumble or stumble. Good. However, during my meeting with the first professor, when I said goodbye I was looking down. He might have wanted to shake my hand but I didn't see it. Shit, hope that doesn't affect anything. Things went extremely well with the second professor, however, I saw him later and I stared at him. Why the hell would I do that? Don't creep him out. Damn, stupid ass brain.
I finally sent home my box of stuff. Apparently it weighed 70 pounds, yet when I lifted it, it felt like was only 30. Odd. Then again the post office scales could be off calibrated. Even the guy there found it odd that the box on another scale is around 50 pounds. Or maybe I'm just getting stronger.
On another note, "subject" was spotted driving her "boyfriend's" car. She's driving in constant loops around the village, she's learning how to drive. New assumption added to "subject's" psychological profile.
Note to self: When saying good bye to someone, take note of what they do before leaving. Don't rush a conversation.
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