Stuff -- no, wait, THINGS. Yeah. Things is a much better word.

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To Do List:

--Convince my dad that Steph can drive (because mom's okay with it if dad's okay)
--Find out if Norbert lurks around signing autographs after matinees (because dad would feel better with someone he doesn't know driving me during the daytime)
--Convince other crazy friends to come and stalk Norbert with me, assuming the above two items are accomplished to some extent
--Fangirl squee.
--Cross fingers. A lot.
--Thank Steph profusely.
--Un-fangirl-ize. Resume normal, Norbert-less life.

Lather, rinse, and repeat?

I'm going crazy over this, but it's only because I didn't do it sooner. (That makes sense to me so I don't care if it makes sense to you. I got into this mess because I cared about what other people -- my family -- thought about my excitement. This is how I do ecstatic, and I know my friends all understand.)

I just had a half-hour talk with Luke, a buddy from Stanford. He made me feel good about myself, not that I'd been feeling bad about myself earlier. So thanks, Luke -- and may the force be with you.

(So I'm a sci-fi geek -- so what?)

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After the tour on the final day, my family and I went out to the Treehouse. My gut reaction at the end of the meal was, "OK. That was a nice visit. See you again some time. Mind walking me to the dorm?"

I still feel like that.

If we get to go home, want to get that house in Capitola for a summer or somesuch?

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