i tend to neglect my blog a little bit now that i do most of my writing to Bart every day. but it's worth updating everyone else sometimes too. not that anyone really reads this thing anyway...

i still miss Bart like crazy, but he called on thursday night, so that helped. we talked for literally 2 minutes, but who cares, just knowing that he's fine and he called and hearing his voice is all that counts and all i really needed. it's so awesome to hear from him. i love him and i miss him so much and it's really tough without him. i'm lucky because just when i start to get down, he reads my mind and gets in touch with me somehow. possibly a testament to how really in love we are and that we tend to be on the same wavelength. pretty cool. i'm sad that he's gone and he's in a crappy crappy shithole. he sounded ok though, and he's built and trained for this shit. i don't worry about him too much. i just miss him so much that sometimes i go a little crazy. but hearing him say he loves me somehow makes everything right in my world again.

tonight i went over to my friend jessica's apartment to pack up care packages for the troops for SST. i really had a great time. it was pretty fun because we both are in kind of the same situation with deployed boys. so we had a lot to talk about! we traded stories and whatnot about our soldiers and chit chatted and it was a good time. we also got a lot done and packed up i think like 15 boxes. we like to take care of our troops :) it's too bad that i only have another month or so to work with these girls, because i feel like we could've been kick ass friends if we had more time. oh well, actually, the time part doesn't really matter. we'll get to hang out plenty more and that will be fun. plus they are from illinois, and i'll be there anyway. ha. i just like meeting cool new people that i have things in common with. it's nice to know i'm not the only one out there.

this weekend i have been a big pile of shit. stacey informed me that i have something called "senioritis" and suggested i talk to Mike about the cure for it because he's a medic. i don't think he can help. i think my illness is beyond any cure. mostly, i think i'm fucked. but in the long run, actually i win because i already have a jobby job job. wOOt!

guess i better get back to the econ work. it's not going too well so far and my eyeballs are starting to bug out. no good. oh well. i guess i'll have to cram my fucking ass off tomorrow. wonderfullllll...

and also, i got 3rd in our bracket tourney. fuckin kick ass!!! and go george mason. ha.