Moaning and Eye Contact

Okay so I'll admit this: I go to a psychiatrist. He is by far the weirdest person I have ever met and I known myself for 17 years. He gets really into my life, but not in the normal way someone in his profession does. I was talking to him about college and I told him some schools I got into. Every time I said a school, I swear he looked and sounded like he was about to orgasm from excitement. I appreciated it, but I could go without the moaning and eye contact. This is how our conversation went (his name will be changed because of the whole privacy thing and how I don't want anyone to harass him and scream "I READ A BLOG AND YOU WERE IN IT!" I'm assuming I'm THAT famous right now):
Dave: So what colleges did you get into?
Me: Umm... University of Arizona...
Dave: (quietly spasming)
Me: ...University of Kansas...
Dave: (begins to make orgasm noises)
Me: (gets nervous) University of Colorado...
Dave: (shakes a little bit and yelps softly)
Me: ...Colorado State
Dave: (moans a little louder)
Me: ....Northern Arizona University
Dave: (begins moan even louder and convulses like chills just went down his body)
Me: ...and I'm waiting on University of Oregon and a couple of other schools
Dave: (completely looses it and moans loudly and makes complete eye contact with me) OH MY GOSH THAT IS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING!!!!!!!!! (subtly begins to calm down a bit and fixes his hair)
I really appreciated the enthusiasm he had, but needless to say, it did make me a tad uncomfortable with all of the eye contact.

Notebooks

When it comes to school, I feel like I can never have too many notebooks. By this, I mean I use up at least 1/4 of an entire notebook during my classes... and to be honest, most of the pages are filled with doodles. I tend to get really OCD sometimes about my lined papers. Like if one page even has a bit of pen that bled through from another one, I cannot use it. That page is tainted- it is just the devil. It's like the tainted holy water in church- it cannot be used and must be thrown out immediately before anyone gets possessed. I feel like colleges should start sending out notebooks instead of letters of acceptance or reject (rejectance? rejectederance). Can you imagine how weird it would be to take out a notebook to take notes during class and having the cover say "I WAS REJECTED FROM USC!" That would be a great way to get the point across to some people who are in denial. It might be awkward though when they sit next to someone else whose notebook says "I WAS ACCEPTED TO USC! I'M A TROJAN! WOOOOOO!" But I'm just saying, sending notebooks would be the most useful (I know this isn't a real word) rejectance for me. In fact, if I was rejected, I would probably be pretty okay with it because they sent me a pretty good notebook I can use to finish my many continuous games of hangman where for some reason, the answer is always that of a phallic symbol.