Today, my friend made plans for the weekend after after next.

That's right. The one after AFTER next!!!!! We spend a lot of time together on the weekends, but somehow I didn't expect us to have things planned damn near a month in advance. That's the situation, though.

Next weekend we'll go to a jazz concert and watch a movie, the one after that we'll spend the day at a cool place here in the city, probably also watch a movie, and the one after (which is the one after after next, if you're keeping count) we'll take a trip down to the capital to go to a cinema festival and check out some art exhibits.

I feel so blessed! Work is easy (for now, we're getting paid to learn, still), my colleagues are kind and cool and smart, and my dear friend cares about me and wants to spend more time with me. I'm just... Over the moon. I feel really good.

I wore jeans!