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.
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