Say it like you mean it

It's been a long week in DC. Apparently, everyone and their brother decided to plan an outing, have a party, or invite me to go out this week. (Wow, what a hard life, Lark--I know I know.) But I've gone out for the last 5 nights, I'm tired ("my hair is tired--where IS he?!). The highlights:

• I met a cute pilot boy who likes the outdoors and hates Walmart.
• I was accosted by a serial spitter, who thought he'd ask for my number after running his hand down my arm and slapping me on the butt. Um NO.
• There was good music from a live band at the social justice party (but see above).
• I went to see The Family Stone with Rachel--lots of storylines, great realistic acting, nice hot boys. Yay for movies, escapes into another life.
• We thought we found a house.
• I ate Ethiopian food with FUDC.
• Evil in Heaven and Hell. Another weird boy...tries to offer me his drink. Three times. Um NO.
• Christmas party with FUDC. Good to see some friends I hadn't seen in a while. And mostly just awkward because they made the fatal error: turned on a movie at a party.
• Someone stole our house. Um NO.

So anyway, the point of this blog, at least when I started it. I've met a lot of people and hung out with a lot of people lately and none of them seem to really know me. So we can get as far as "what do you do," "how do you like DC," "where do you live," but it's really hard to get any farther. I want to have a real conversation with someone. Someone who knows me or really wants to know me and can say what they mean so I can mean what I say. Perhaps I should.

I feel like I've written this all before. Please excuse the repetition of my life. I don't mean to talk around in circles. Thus the problem. I don't even know if I mean what I say.