I’ve always been against popped collars, but for some reason, it felt like the right thing to do to my polo shirt this morning. Thus, I’ve been walking around all day with a popped collar. Nobody’s said anything to me, which I guess is good. THe other thing is that the popped collar actually felt pretty good. I won’t ever make fun of anyone for their popped collars from now on.

I called my parents last night. They’re worried, as usual, because I’m sick with a pretty nasty cold/cough, which was pretty hard to hide over the phone. Anyway, so my dad told me about my tax returns, asked about my quals, and handed the phone to my mom. I then told my mom that a boy asked me out yesterday, and she burst out laughing. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing that my mom laughed when she found out that I got asked out. Then she asked me, “are you sure that he actually asked you out? maybe he was just trying to hang out with you as a normal friend.” Wow, thanks for your vote of confidence in me, mom. Then she was worried about Ryan, asking “Did Ryan get mad?”

For the record, no, mom, Ryan didn’t get mad, though he wasn’t as thrilled about me getting asked out as I was.