2.5 Weeks Down . . .
. . . And about 9.5 left to go . . . 'Til Adam comes home . . . I hope.
Ok, well, I guess I'll start with Wednesday --> The Powderpuff game. It was a lot of fun. HOWEVER -- However, I wish I would have played more. I got pretty upset about that. I went to all but 1 practice . . . Even got out of working one day so I could go, JUST so I could play. Money well lost I thought, but no, not even. I was replaced last minute by a player who was rarely there. She knows who she is, and she knows I love her to death, but that should have been me. The whole 3 plays I was out there, I think I knocked 2 girls down, which was great, but I would have loved to play more and be recognized for it. It was killing me that everyone was yelling about having "2nd and 3rd string in" when I was supposed to be on 1st, so they were pissed b/c the people I was with weren't doing what they were supposed to. Hell, I know I did my job when I got the chance. Oh well, it's over, and it was still fun, I just had to rant a little.
I got an e-mail from Adam that morning too. That always boosts my mood . . . Hearing from him is great. Unfortunately, I haven't been able to hear his voice since the beginning of last week. Stupid 8.5 hour difference. Pretty much, when he's asleep, I'm awake. When he's awake, I'm asleep, or at school, or in tomorrow's case, at the SATs. By the time I get out he'll probably be ready for bed. Eh, he said he can't wait to get home and see me, and God knows I can't wait to see him.
The play last night was awesome. Congrats to all of those who were in the play: Corrina, Steph, Brian, Megan, Susannah, Natalie, Jen, and the other two that I didn't really know, James and Allison. You all did an awesome job. You definitely made me cry though. It's hard to hear something about a 19 year old boy dying and keep a straight face. I felt kinda guilty though because after the play I started crying again, and people that were in the play kept giving me sympathy when they should have been celebrating rather than worrying about me.
As for tonight, I'm just kinda hangin' out. I need to rest and I have SATs tomorrow morning. I'm drained, once again. Oh well, at least that means I've been doing something right, eh? Putting off my work so I can hang out with friends and do something fun like a true senior.
I can't wait to graduate.
Alright, last thing I think . . . Which may need one of those big WARNING signs. *clears throat* WARNING: The following content may contain whining and ranting. I apologize for any inconvenience. -- Make Adam come home. Is that possible? No, who am I kidding. I really need to find something to occupy myself, but I found tonight to be a night of not wanting to be in big crowds. I just wanted someone to come hang out or something, but a lot of people seemed to be busy . . . I guess I didn't really bother to try that hard. Whenever I'm alone though, my mind keeps wandering back to him. I'm not completely happy and I won't be until he gets back. I can't imagine how wives and children do this, I'm only a girlfriend. Heh, I started thinking "geez, I hope things will be the same when he comes back." Then I realized that I don't have much to compare it to for things to really BE the same. We were just starting out. It's not fair. Then again, life's not fair. It's a bitch, which I've learned all to well in my life . . .