He loves me, he loves me not?

Okay, so today Scott and I had lunch out over between Magnolia and Matador walk, right across from the construction work of the new student union and the Plaza del Sol. Our usual eating spots over by the Brown Therapy center and the Engineering Auditorium were taken, so we walked the extra distance all the way down Lindley to the plaza near the Science buildings. And we talked and ate and laughed and everything like usual, but there was this one part when we were faking singing songs for a split second or something-- and Scott said something along the lines of (and don't quote me exactly on this) "I love you."

O_O The other day he said "two people in love," and when we left the lunch area, he said, "Come, my love!" in that fake uber-romanticized way (admittedly, sap that I am, I fell for it). But I'm still kind of freaked out. I have two options: 1) take him/it seriously... or 2) brush it off as nothing, silly. Wait for a "real" confession, if any. Regardless, I'm not going to be the first one to say anything; I mean, I just... I don't know how, I can't, I'm terrified. Again, just over a month! Look at my past entries and see how amazing this month has been, and all the worries and hopes I've had about this relationship. It's scary.

Well, on a more... er, mundane topic? The debates. As in, the last two. I actually took notes.
( Say goodbye to the power-tie. )

I can't get over the fact that they renamed Amelda "Alister." Yes, it's spelled exactly like that. W.T.F!?

Oh geez, I'm exhausted.