Stupidly Happy

Man, I am in suchhhhh a good mood right now. Three happy things have happened between yesterday and today:

1) Boyfriend came home while I was blogging yesterday. He told me he had stopped at the store and bought me some different kinds of cheese (when you're a vegetarian, this is as exciting as food shopping gets for you). He told me they were in the kitchen; would I go look and see if they were the kinds that I liked? "Okay, in a minute." A minute or so later he is anxious. "Babe, can you just go check the cheese real quick?" "I will, I'm just blogging. I'm in the writing zone, I can't just stop in the middle." He's silent for a bit, then again: "Check... the... cheese." I should have caught on by now, but of course I didn't. I was just thinking, Why is he so hung up on this cheese?

So I go into the kitchen and look around, wondering where he left it. It's not on the counter. It's not on the stove. I look over at the table and I see two dozen roses, a heart-shaped box of chocolates, a heart-shaped box of chocolate-covered strawberries, and a box of cookies.

2) Fellow #3 e-mailed me about the Venice job. I knew that she had gotten it as well, but I didn't know if she was taking it because she was applying for other jobs in addition to this one. Well, she is going for sure, meaning we are going together, meaning I won't be in a strange country all alone, meaning I have a roommate who is an English major and who I discuss literature with every time I see her, meaning... yipee!

3) Boyfriend found out about some informal weekly meetings between an Italian professor and some students that are held for the purpose of practicing conversational Italian. I e-mailed the professor, asking if I could attend as well, and she said she would love it. Thank God. This Italian thing is haunting me. I am starting to speak it in my dreams. Seriously.