So Let's See. Friday night rocked, except for the fact that I threw up. I didn't even drink that much! But I had a lot of stuff in my system, and almost no food. I hung out with Jacqueline, then we went to Jason's frat, and a frat boy hit on me. It was very cute. I worked, and a woman came through the line and told me I had a
wonderful personality. It was very nice. I didn't get much accomplished all weekend, but I worked everynight, and relaxed, and just enjoyed myself after the stress of the last two weeks.
I almost went to church Sunday. I really did, I was awake and everything. But I think guilt kept me from going. I went over the summer to St. Mary Magdalen's a few times, but it's been forever since St. John's. Like Good Friday. I think I'm going to go to a noon mass tomorrow, but that's beside the point.
The point is, I'm glad I didn't go. If I'd gone, then I would have missed Trevor's call. YES! TREVOR CALLED ME! And he called me before talking to mom and dad--meaning it was all his idea. We talked for like 40 minutes, and it was so nice just to laugh with him again. He made fun of my exploits Friday night. He told me about all the weapons he knows how to use. I miss him more than anyone understands or could understand. When he's gone I feel like a piece of me is missing too. It's subtle; when he's home, the need to call him or see isn't as pressing, I'm just comforted knowing he's nearby. When I see him, it's awesome. But when he's gone... far away... and I *know* I can't see him, it feels like something's off in my life, just not quite right. And when I hung up the phone, I started balling. I expected too.
But the really good news is he's probably coming home for Christmas, and he might be coming home in a week or two, because he has a break before MOS. Oh, and he got 88% on both the tests he took after each weeks' training. Go Trevor! My brilliant brother. *proud smile*
Other news... I really feel like I am the luckiest person in the world right now. everything just fits so perfectly, and just feels so good. School is fun (though repetitive--ADV and MSC are almost the same class), and I'm keeping up with studying. I got a 3.5 on my Econ exam. My relationship with my parents, especially my mom, is better than it's ever been. We have plans to go to dinner here in lansing on Thursday, then go see The Four Feathers, which my mom and I are both dying to see because, hello! Heath Ledger. Every day I feel more and more that I chose the right major. Today in Econ that feeling was enhanced even more. He brought up Advertising in relation to Minor Economics, and I just couldn't stop raising my hand, opinions on everything. I'm so excited about my major, and my classes. (My mind's all over the place today.)
And then there's... Brendan. Brendan, who is quite possibly one of the most perfect guys I've ever met. And who always tells me how beautiful I am, or how he's the luckiest guy in all of East Lansing, then the entire county, just to be laying next to me. Sunday I got to see his work, it's nice. They have really pretty iMacs, both the brand new one and the one I have, only they have one in this blood red color! I wanted it, it was pretty. He introduced me to "Frida" (not her real name, though it should be--it's a name with a lot of grace and dignity, I told her to just legally change it if she likes it that much) as his girlfriend, and I still get a little jolt of surprise/pleasure when he does that. It's still new for me. I guess it's not even been a month that I've been using that term, so maybe that's normal? Either way, I like it. I get this little giddy feeling.
Then we went to IHOP for buiscuts and gravy (me) and a strawberry sundae (him, which I shared). Then we drove back to his place, sat in his car talking for a while, and then I went home and slept.
Last night we went out and studied at Cafe Latte, and that too was nice. Just to know I can be responsible and still have fun with an awesome guy is great. It amazes me how we can talk for hours and not get bored with each other. I love how we balance time so well and how we haven't had a single thing to fight about yet. Even our "arguments" are just so silly I can barely keep a straight face. :)
All right, enough 'the world is a wonderful place, let's all hold hands and sing "kum-ba-ya" (or however you spell it)' gushing. hehe.
