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I had forgotten how much I truely missed being one of the guys. We were supposed to be studying, but not a whole lot of that went on. It was mainly overly frank discussion of so many things. I like girl talk, I do. But, there is nothing better than a bunch of guys forgetting that I am a girl. However, now they seem to remember that I am a girl and simply incorperate that into the conversation.
I have spent most of the day taking care of random housekeeping type things. I did some laundry. Washed my towels and rug and my favorite red sweater. Tried on my red dress and discovered that (thank everything I hold holy in this world) that it still fits and I don't need to starve myself for the next month to wear it in public.
I also made up my mind that I am going to get a blood test this week. My sleeping has been almost non-existant and when I do sleep, I have the most bizzare dreams.
Last week, I dreamt that Matt made me marry him so that he could go to OCS. It was a hideous wedding and I kept telling him that we couldn't get married because I hadn't graduated from uni yet. He just kept telling me not to worry. Since he was gay, I would have no wifely duties to preform except act like a good officer's wife one day. I could date whomever I wanted. Because he certainly would be. Right before I woke up, I looked at him and said, 'They don't want to date me when I'm single, they sure as hell won't date me married to a gay man!'
Last night, I dreamt that I went to Vegas with Elliot and Michael for the decathlon reunion. In a drunken stuper, Michale and I married at the Elvis chaple, by the king. Thanks, Elliot, for being the best man. Joey was my maid of honour.
I realized today that I haven't spoken to Cat since the week that I left for school when she called to appologize for he rood behavior. Well, she didn't put it that way, but. I have, however, emailed Charlie regularly and even recieved a three page letter from him. I made the decision this summer after she blew me off coming to Yuma that I would let her take the reins in our friendship for a while. All last year, it was me who called and emailed and etc. After being the one who rearranges her schedual for two years with no real reciprocation from the other party, I tend to get a bit on the tired of it side. The really sad thing is, that I don't know if I really miss her all that much.
There are one or two other people in my life that I realized were rather nonexistant at this point and that has occupied a chunk of my weekend as well. Trying to figure out if I wait for them or once again make the first move. Because these people I miss, but I wonder if they don't miss me back.
On that note, I shall say goodnight. It is cold as all out there and I think the doctor has ordered a nice cuddle under the covers with a book and then (hopefully) sleep...
I have spent most of the day taking care of random housekeeping type things. I did some laundry. Washed my towels and rug and my favorite red sweater. Tried on my red dress and discovered that (thank everything I hold holy in this world) that it still fits and I don't need to starve myself for the next month to wear it in public.
I also made up my mind that I am going to get a blood test this week. My sleeping has been almost non-existant and when I do sleep, I have the most bizzare dreams.
Last week, I dreamt that Matt made me marry him so that he could go to OCS. It was a hideous wedding and I kept telling him that we couldn't get married because I hadn't graduated from uni yet. He just kept telling me not to worry. Since he was gay, I would have no wifely duties to preform except act like a good officer's wife one day. I could date whomever I wanted. Because he certainly would be. Right before I woke up, I looked at him and said, 'They don't want to date me when I'm single, they sure as hell won't date me married to a gay man!'
Last night, I dreamt that I went to Vegas with Elliot and Michael for the decathlon reunion. In a drunken stuper, Michale and I married at the Elvis chaple, by the king. Thanks, Elliot, for being the best man. Joey was my maid of honour.
I realized today that I haven't spoken to Cat since the week that I left for school when she called to appologize for he rood behavior. Well, she didn't put it that way, but. I have, however, emailed Charlie regularly and even recieved a three page letter from him. I made the decision this summer after she blew me off coming to Yuma that I would let her take the reins in our friendship for a while. All last year, it was me who called and emailed and etc. After being the one who rearranges her schedual for two years with no real reciprocation from the other party, I tend to get a bit on the tired of it side. The really sad thing is, that I don't know if I really miss her all that much.
There are one or two other people in my life that I realized were rather nonexistant at this point and that has occupied a chunk of my weekend as well. Trying to figure out if I wait for them or once again make the first move. Because these people I miss, but I wonder if they don't miss me back.
On that note, I shall say goodnight. It is cold as all out there and I think the doctor has ordered a nice cuddle under the covers with a book and then (hopefully) sleep...