Time to Go Home

I must say yesterday was something else. I compulsively shopped, learned parts of a new language, (not really it was just little phrases used in the south, but still) talked on the phone for a long time, watched part of red dragon, got to be as much of a computer geek as I was back at home and got to watch music videos. Yes, I have to say for the most part it was a good day. I was awake until 6:30 this morning and then I crashed on my friends love seat. I've only been awake for four hours but I have to get home to charge my phone so it's on when Sam possibly calls for a ride home. Ugh. I need to beat traffic or I'd write more, so that's all for now.

overwhelmed

Wow- Today is the first day I have something planned in advance to do with someone other than Sam since I moved to VA three months ago. I'm excited that I'm beginning to have a life and at the same time I'm a little peeved that I had to get up to the sound of an alarm clock. That itself might have not been that bad, but I was in the middle of one of my crazy nightmares. I have the most messed up dreams in the world. Keeping a dream journal seems pointless because I can never remember EVERY aspect of the dream so I don't think that I can truly interpret it.

Anyway, last night my best friend and I strayed from our normal three hour phone conversation and only talked for an hour and a half. She was talking to a boy/guy she likes for three hours prior to her and my conversation. I'm glad she's got more of a life than just talking to me, but I have to say I'm a little threatened by this guy. I guess that's probably a part of growing up. I shouldn't grouch about it, I moved across the country to follow my love interest, she only made it so our ritual phone conversation was shortened.

Sam has been gone for a day and a half and hasn't gotten around to e-mail me. I suppose to pacify myself I should just assume he's been doing a bunch of drills and so on and so forth. But being the paranoid person I am I'm thinking that he doesn't want to deal with me, or he's too busy e-mailing other people, or hanging out with people on the ship, or watching Matrix Revolutions over and over and over again. I hate feeling insignificant. I need to read Dr. Phil's Self Matters soon.

New Thing

Alright, I already have a journal at home and a prayer journal and other random pieces of paper I write whatever pops in my head on, but I've decided I need yet another way to release all the crazy things that go through my head or happen in my day. I don't know how often I'll be doing this, it could go either way depending if I get internet or not. I suppose we'll see. I had to write something the day I got the account, now I'm going to go burn some calories at the gym. That's what I get for eating 8-10 chewy chips ahoy cookies for supper. :-P So long for now.