Tomorrow is back to class and I am bummed. Well, not really. Classes officially started today but I lucked out and ended up not having any since all of my lectures are later in the week. I don't have a super sucky sched tomorrow, only 12-3, but I am positive I will have reading or something to do tomorrow night which isn't something to look forward to. I need to stop complaining. I had 4 months to sit around and do absolutely nothing; I should be happy I have something to occupy my time with now.
Since I haven't written in years I supposed I'll catch up the one person who reads this, if that. Though I guess it is more for my own personal enjoyment and recollection.
Last week was nothing interesting. Came home and did...pretty much nothing! Just like the rest of my summer. Wednesday night I got an email from Michelle, from Bartonbrook, confirming that we could move in the next day. Bill helped me after he got home from work since my Mom had school. I am absolutely enamored with it, no joke. I wish I could live here for the rest of my undergraduate career but unfortunately they will most likely raise the rent, and I am already paying a price that is outside my budget. I finally got everything set up and organized yesterday. It's just so incredibly nice having my own room and bathroom. I feel spoiled. Next year will be a rude awakening.
Anyways, that night we went out for our first wonderful night of Welcome Week. I met up with Jen and her roomates from A Chi O and we went to a blockparty, met some nice people, and then left early. I lost Jen in the massive crowd and met up with Stephen and then we met everyone else up at Lumley's. It wasn't the greatest party but it was nice seeing a lot of people that I haven't gotten to see in a while. Stephen's sister was introducing us to every single person alive in there, and Lumley and Nilton kept trying to give Stephen more to drink. I got bored after a while and we decided to leave. Ang, Jen and Meeghan and Ron and his friends all decided to go back to our apartment, and Stephen and I went and got some pizza. That was pretty much the extent of that night.
Friday I hung out with some of Stephen's friends but we ended up just walking around all of Ann Arbor for the entire night and I got bored of that. So we ate pizza...again. Walked around some more and then just went home.
Saturday was the game. Which I missed because I was being retarded. I ended up making Stephen miss the game as well, which I feel horrible about. Though the day ended up being pretty funny, in the end.
Sunday I can't remember what happened during the day. That night Ang and Meeg and I went to a housewarming party but I left early because I had a headache from an obnoxious girl.
Monday I was supposed to go out to breakfast with Stephen but he overslept and blew me off. That turned into a huge argument, which was resolved when he came over later. Only to be replaced with an even bigger argument when Stephen went on my Facebook and saw that I had Facebook chatted with Markkie like, one time a couple of weeks ago. I didn't understand why it was such a big deal, but I honestly don't care about ever talking to him again...so I deleted him from my friends and phone. I think during the summer I just didn't really let it hit me how much Stephen really meant it when he said he didn't want me talking to him. I just blew it off as him being irrational and unnecessarily overprotective, but when I saw the look on his face the other day it hit me.
Monday night I finally got to see his dorm room, which is ugly and boyish. Then we got in another argument about Jen's boobs. BUT, now we are good again! Despite all of our little arguments, I really am liking him a lot more. More than I did over the summer. It is just so different now. It is weird for him to have so much freedom, whereas over the summer he had absolutely none.
I want it to be the weekend. I want to go to Necto. I want my Mom to take me out to dinner for my birthday. I want to go to the mall. I want to actually go to the football game and stay there. And that is all.

So I am in Germany. Time has flown by so quickly since I've gotten here. I flew out on Friday and the next thing I know it's Sunday morning. The flight was extremely long, as was expected. The food gave me a stomache. BUT, I didn't have anybody in the seat next to me, so I got to put up the armrest and curl up on the chair and semi-sleep, so I was lucky.

We got some food and came back home. My Dad made me watch some World War 2 movie a few seconds after stepping into the house. It was about Cologne and the Dom (cathedral) and the bridge that Hitler knocked down here to stop the advancement of the good ol' MG. It would have been interesting, had it been in English. Then we watched a US propaganda film and I started to get tired so I took a little nap, showered, and off we went to catch the train to Koln. We had to run to find his friends over by the entrance. I really liked them all, especially the Frenchman Cero (sp?). There was also Rich and his wife and their two nieces who are mine and Morgan's ages. But they weren't very outgoing. Not that Morgan and I are either, but we had fun while the other two didn't seem to be having any...anyways we got to the Dom where they were having The Killers concert. Rich and Cero bought about 8 rounds of beer for everyone. After about 2 my stomach wasn't feeling too great. Ever since my throw-up night last month even the thought of alcohol makes me sick...

The Killers were really good live. They sound exactly like they do on the radio/cds. Everyone except the two girls was dancing and singing along (at least to what we knew). My Dad and Caro (and all the adults) got really drunk. My Dad kept saying that we were all going to hell because we were drinking, smoking and listening to Rock and Roll right outside a church. After the concert we lost Rich and had to wait around until he showed up. 

Then we walked around for a while trying to decide what to do, and ending up in in the Fruh Haus, which is a restaurant/bar. They all bought another round of beer and we sat around and talked and took pictures. Then Caro, Morgan and I decided we were hungry so we all got cabs and went to this really good little Pizzeria next to Jameson's, my Dad's favorite bar. The pizza was delish, and after we all went nextoodr. We sat around and talked; politics and music and sports. I met a man from South Africa who was a little crazy, but spoke English, French, Germany and Afrikaans. I wish I could speak more than 2 languages. Everyone here is so cultured! I feel like an ignorant little American, ha which is exactly what I am.

Anyways, my first night in Cologne was memorable, to say the least. I really enjoyed getting to hang out with my Dad's friends. The atmosphere was just amazing; I am in love with Europe. I really wouldn't object to living here someday, if even just for a little while. Everyone just seems so happy here, and welcoming. But maybe it was just the beer.

Anyways, today was quite boring. I woke up at 2, still tired. Adrian and Dad and I played hit a few balls and played soccer outside for a little while. I watched The Graduate (finally) and it was really good. I'm waiting for my Dad to come home from running, and then we're going to go out to eat.

I miss Monica and Stephen already! And my tan is definitely fading =( haha probably for the best though.

Finally, I am done packing. Well, mostly done at least. I always think of a million more things that I want to bring while I am waiting around to leave. I've taken out and crammed in a bunch of different articles of clothing: debating whether or not I want to bring one pair of jeans and salvage a hoodie, if I really need four different hardcover books, and three different pairs of shoes, etc. I always snag the biggest suitcase in the house and unzip the folded sides to make it even huger than it already is...I think it is going to be over the weight limit this time, as thanks to my father I have about 10 packages of corn tortillas, a can of crema, two jars of some Mexican spices, and a Queen sheet set all jammed in there. 

I really hate plane rides. My ears get to popping and hurting like crazy. It's crammed and the air is stale. The food is atrocious; last time they ran out of the regular chicken dinner and had to give us some vegetarian Indian meal that had curry and some odd tasting rice. But while I hate the actual plane ride, I adore the airport. I love feeling hurried to catch my flight, even though I have plenty of time to spare. I love sitting in the waiting area and just watching people rush by. I love running on the people-mover things and going past all the people walking beside you. Airports always remind me of that book Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, which I've had to read twice thanks to school, and the quote by the Grandpa:  

"I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can't tell fast enough, the ears that aren't big enough, the eyes that can't take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone, I sit on the side with a coffee and write in my daybook, I examine the flight schedules that I've already memorized, I observe, I write... being here fills my heart with so much joy, even if the joy isn't mine..."

I've had a really great time these past two days. After Stephen and my little trifle we had Tuesday, we got along perfectly. Wednesday was just very laid back and...easy. We went to the library and Ikea and then came back and just sat around for a while. Then at night we went and saw Pineapple Express, which was hilarious. We saw Markkie and Dan there though which put Stephen in an awful mood for a little while. Markkie texted me in the middle of the movie saying "there's a seat next to me for Stephen, you can have my lap" and I showed it to Stephen. I'm not sure why I did, but he was looking over at it anyways and would have asked if I had acted sketchy about it. After that he just kept talking about what a dick Mark is and how he knows Stephen won't do anything about it. But I managed to quell his fears and anger for the most part, and it was an enjoyable evening.

Yesterday we went out to a Japanese restaurant for dinner. It was really nice. The food was good, the conversation was nice, and overall it was just perfect. Afterwards we went to the Coffee Bean, and while we were waiting in line I saw Mike Lamb. We talked for a while, supposedly he just sits around the Bean and talks to the regulars. Which doesn't surprise me with him. Then we came back and watched Friends.

He gave me a typed letter of all the reasons why he likes me. It was honestly the cutest thing a guy has ever done. It beats flowers, or mugs, or dinner dates. I'll share a few of my favorite parts:

"I like you because you let me know when I'm not funny, even though I think I am. Most girls would laugh with me just to please me. But you laugh at me."
"I like you because most girls wouldn't stand in front of their cars for forty-five minutes, only leave home empty-handed. Twice. Or was it three times?"
"My favorite line from you, as you can probably guess, is the infamous 'Stephen-say something so I know you're there!' Unfortunately, we won't be able to talk for the next few weeks. So when I can't say something...look at this. And you'll know I'm here."

I really enjoyed this summer. Even though it wasn't perfect. It wasn't exciting or hilarious or adventurous. And though I'm sad that it is over for me now, or at least the part of it here, I am eager to start a new school year and a new chapter. I have a feeling this year is going to be better than the last.

I am currently sitting around waiting to see if Kriste Nemanis is going to call me for lunch this afternoon. I haven't hung out with her since Junior year. I like Kriste and all, but we just have very very different personalities. I feel like they are very, uncomplimentary at times. But then again, I think Kriste's personality is uncomplimentary with a great majority of people. That is mean, and I didn't mean it to be. It will be nice to catch up with her on life. It's interesting to see people from high school again this summer, because even though only a year has passed, most people have changed so drastically. It is so amazing to, remeet them in a way. 

I can't remember when I last wrote, or what I last wrote about even and where I left off. Life has been, like all summer, rather quiet and relaxing. Sunday I volunteered at St. Joe's and started to feel kind of crappy so came home and laid down. I honestly can't even remember what happened the next couple of days which is incredibly sad. I know Monica and I went to Target one night. And Stephen and I watched Super Bad later. Tuesday night Stephen came over for like an hour and a half and we just laid around and talked. Then his Dad called and told him to get lawn bags and Stephen got pissed and left...and I went over Jens and roasted marshmallows with her and Sonia. We read Cosmo and laughed at all of the stupid things guys say they want. That magazine is so trashy but so entertaining. Then we discussed Halloween costume plans. I don't know what I want to be; Stephen says I should be a nun, haha. I honestly don't care as long as I don't waste $50 on some cheap outfit I'll never wear again. 

Yesterday I hung out with Sean, Monica and Anthony. I was really happy to see Sean. I wish he wasn't going back to China again. It would make my year to be able to hang out with him all the time. 

I had the hardest time falling asleep last night. I read V. for a while and was feeling fine, but then as soon as I turned off the light and tried to sleep I started worrying about everything and nothing it seemed. I worried about my apartment and moving in and being able to manage all of my bills and getting my dad to give me the money in time. I worried about not being able to get what I need beforehand and getting my books. I don't know why exactly any of these things are such a big deal, but I just started feeling overwhelmed. Like I am going to be way behind after I come back from Germany. Then I started worrying about Stephen and I this year. And that is definitely not like me, at all. I'm not the kind to...stress out about things before there is even an issue. I think he is making me even more crazy than I am. It is just going to be so weird having him there. No, maybe not even him. It will just be weird dating someone who will be there all the time. And even though I know he is going to be a ten minute walk away, I feel like we will never see each other. I know how he is, but he insists that all of his classes are going to be incredibly easy. I know mine definitely will not be.

I want to just make the most of the rest of this week and next. I am so excited to go back to Germany, I'm just sad I won't be able to talk to anyone back here except through Facebook. My Dad said we may go to England because Caro really wants to go there, which would be amazing to me. I am going to take a million and a half pictures; Morgan is going to get so annoyed with me. She never gets excited when we go anywhere, which makes me mad. Nothing ever interests her. We fly to Europe and all she can talk about is how she wants McDonald's or something stupid like that. Even just walking around downtown Cologne excites me. Different cultures and languages are just so interesting to me. I really would like to live in a different country someday and really immerse myself in it. If I could I would love to learn other languages besides English and Spanish, it just really doesn't fit into my plans...someday though. Jen and I are thinking about doing a sort of Alternative Spring Break type thing and going to Africa or Costa Rica or somewhere and doing a med volunteer program. I would definitely enjoy something like that. Oh and by the request of my father, I have been watching the news more often. I watch CNN or MSNBC when I do the ellipticals at the gym. I think my political views are shifting...or rather I think they are just all over the place. But it is nice being more informed...

 My phone is really awful lately. I texted Ron and Al last night around 10 to see what they were doing, since the last few times they called me I blew them off. And I didn't get their texts until like, 3 am! I kept texting Stephen after I left last night but I have a feeling he is just not answering me. He will call me in an hour or so and pretend like nothing ever happened and then be absolutely SHOCKED when I am still upset over it. 
He called me at like, 11 last night to come over and bring Guitar Hero, and I really have no life so I did. Three hours later, miraculously, his Mom had still not come down to kick me out and we were having a "philosophical discussion" as, Stephen loves to say, about God and science and whether or not the world could have been created, without a higher power, from nothing. It was fine until Stephen started acting like an ass. I conceded to one of his points and told him, "well yeah, I guess that is right." and he acts like the spoiled know-it-all brat in elementary school that EVERYONE in class despised: "well yeah, of course I'm right. I'm always right." "God Casey, you are so dense sometimes." 
Needless to say, I'd had enough of Stephen's philosophy and got up to leave. He's shocked, because I've never left earlier than I've had to, I've never gotten up and just left him there. He glares at me and so, naturally I ask, "what?" And he rolls his eyes and mutters "God Casey, if you say that one more time, I'm going to be so pissed." So I stalk upstairs and leave. I don't get how my joking around about people calling him a homosexual is mean, or saying "don't stare at me" when we're at the gym is so emotionally scarring to him, yet he calling me stupid is okay. I'm doing what he wanted for so long--I"m opening up to him. It wasn't like I sat there drooling saying "I dunnoo" to everything he said. I brought up points with just as much validity as he did. I don't understand why he acts the way he does. I really don't.
Yesterday I went to the dentist's. I haven't gotten a cleaning since 2004! That's horrible. Well I mean, nothing was wrong, no cavities or whatnot so I guess it isn't really that bad, but I am still so used to my Dad making sure I get my 2 cleanings a year. My Dad has impeccable teeth, just to let you know. All of the oral hygenists are head over heels for him. They are always telling me about what a role model (for teeth at least) he is to my sister and me. It's sickening. And kind of sad at the same time because the one who is most in love with him is this really tall giant lady, and whenever we leave my Dad asks me if I got "the Amazon lady" too. Poor woman.... 
Anyways, I got my little x-rays taken and it turns out I am a freak! I have 5 wisdom teeth. They showed me the x-rays and they are gross looking. Actually, teeth in general just kind of freak me out. They are really ugly-looking and...long... I don't go to see the oral surgeon until the end of August so I shouldn't worry about it quite yet, but I am terrified to get them out. I really don't mind the dentist, but anything more than that I can't stand. I hated my orthodontist; he constantly was hurting my mouth and yelling at me about my braces and one time he pulled this expander out of my mouth because it was stuck and my whole mouth was filled with blood. It hurt so bad. And then I fainted. Hahaha. Wahhhh I am a baby.
After the dentist I called Jen and complained to her for a half hour. She was more than willing to listen since she has her own wisdom-tooth-extraction horror stories. She told me that she went online and looked up all of her professors on ratemyprofessor.com and found out that our Physics lecturer is one of the worst professors at u of m. I went on there after I hung up with her to see for myself and yes, everyone who rated him said he was awful, hard, rude, and practically tells the students to stop bugging their discussion leaders with questions. Some kid said he'd gotten A's in every science class before this, including Orgo 1 and 2, and still couldn't get an A in this class. So I have been studying my Physics book a little everyday. Just to get a head's up on stuff. I'm really lazy lately though. I've been watching way too much TV. It's not good....

Ironic title. Ha! Whatever I like this song; it is beachy. I have figured out the cause to my chronic tiredness this past week. I haven't been getting a TON of sleep really, but that is not the reason. This whole summer I've been getting like, 10+ hours of sleep each night, I'm bordering on infant amounts of shut-eye; it is ridiculous. Personally I think it is much healthier to be getting say, 6 hours than 11 which is what I've been getting these days. Anyways, I've decided it is my lack of exercise this past week. I've had to force myself to work up the motivation to work out the past two times and it was only out of extreme boredom and because Stephen was there. But on my way home today after I felt SO much better. It's a miracle. I feel rejuvenated. I need to get back into my routine.

Today was my first day volunteering at St. Joe's. It was...uninteresting for the most part. I didn't really feel like I was doing anything important. I refilled nurses carts in each of the patients' rooms, delivered food, restocked progress sheets in the patient files, and labeled some shelf. I met a really nice nurse there. He reminded me of someone from Scrubs. He kept joking around about all of his crazy patients and some old lady who he hates who pulled some giant tube out of her abdomen and fell out of bed. He was pretty funny, yet I felt bad laughing at poor sick old people. Then he told me they line the completely out-of-it folks in a line and have them race around the wing. It was horrible; I believed him. That was the highlight of my volunteering experience. Oh and I got to see my first prisoners. There were a bunch of them there who broke their bones on purpose or swallowed random objects to get out of jail. I wasn't techinically allowed in their rooms, but when I was delivering food trays I just grabbed whatever tray was next and disregarded the forbidden rooms. The men were all young. And chained to their beds. 

After that I came home and ate a nasty burrito. Attempted to nap. Napped. Talked to Grandma Bonnie about her depressing depressing life. 
I'm really liking White Noise. I love this part:

"I'd like to lose interest in myself," I told Murray. "Is there any chance of that happening?"
"None. Better men have tried."
"I guess you're right."
"It's obvious."

I have 18 more days until I leave. Time is going by faster now that I have less of it.
And now I'm tired all of a sudden. The rejuvenation's worn off. Buenas noches lectores.

 I figured I have nothing else to do for the next half hour waiting for Stephen to finish mowing his lawns than write in my livejournal. So that is what I'll do. I haven't written in a week I think. I can't really recall what happened last weekend...wait oh yes, I remember now. Jen and Angela and I went to Roro's roomate Danny's birthday party in Ann Arbor. It was definitely eventful, though not in the kind you ever want to remember. It was really nice going out with those two though. Though I really did miss getting ready in my dorm with Jen, debating what to wear and always deciding on something extremely overdressy and then making up some weird lie as to why we are. There weren't too many people when we first got there; we just kind of sat around. Jen danced with a box of Bisquick. We took some lovely pictures. Andy and Al showed up and I was so excited to see Al. I hadn't seen him since, well since a month ago but still. It really does feel like longer than that. Casey O'Guinn showed up, which was funny. I texted Stephen about it and he kept telling me to say hi to her, but I was too afraid. Or something. Who knows. But Stephen told me yesterday he saw her at work and she said I was giving her the evil eye the whole time which definitely is not true. People always think I hate them. I rarely do. I need to work on that I suppose. Anyways several drinks later I was not feeling very well. I will skip the details but it definitely was not a fun night. The next day I felt even worse. I holed up in my room the whole day attempting to sleep, with no luck. It felt like the flu. I am taking a very long break from drinking. That most assuredly wasn't worth it.

Monday my family and I went camping. I woke up early to turn in my TB tests and other orientation stuff at St. Joe's. Then I came back and my Mom and I got in a fight about going camping and she kept telling me to go to my Grandma's. I guess Bill said something to her and she stopped freaking out on me and we left. I don't know why she couldn't just accept the fact I didn't want to go. I was going whether or not I wanted to, so she got what she wanted. Camping was awful, just as I knew it would be. I got a million bug bites every night on lake "Sh-Nepp-A-Ho." I don't get what is so appealing about camping. Sure there is the nature: bugs, raccoons, birds sqwaking every morning to wake you up, caterpillars were everywhere. But I am the kind of person who would much rather appreaciate nature in other ways. Like, TV for example. I love that show where the man lives in extreme weather locations and shows us how to survive with nothing. That's interesting! I also loved the documentary about the man who lived with grizzly bears. Timmy's death taught me a very important lesson--don't mess with nature because it will kill you. Which is why I never take air conditioning, hair straighteners or wireless internet for granted. 

The highlight of the camping trip was the trip to a waterpark. It was really fun. But then it started to storm and everybody in the park started running out frantically to their cars as the sky turned green. I was carrying this giant funnel cake Bill bought; Morgan and I laughing at how we felt like we were in a horror movie like The Happenings or something. Then we drove around and went out to eat and walked aimlessly around Meijer waiting for it to come to an end. That night was not very fun; our sleepingbags were very damp...

Yesterday I got to see Monica and all her fun new Mac stuff. We took a lot of very unattractive pictures on her lappy. Then Stephen and I went for a walk downtown and then watched Project Runway at his house...and talked about how everyone thinks he's a homosexual. I wonder why they think that....

Yesterday was Miranda's going away party. That was nice, Anthony Ruda is absolutely ridiculous...Then it was back to St.Joe's for yet another TB test. I had no idea it would be this time-consuming. 

Tonight I am making Stephen dinner. Which should be interesting as cooking is not one of my strong spots. He wants salad and mashed potatoes though so I am pretty sure I will be able to manage that...

 I've been feeling really weird lately. I'm confused. It's almost like I don't know if I don't know what I want. When did I fall victim to these outrageous mood swings? I don't know but I am a roller coaster lately for no reason in particular. 

Yesterday was a nice day. It was absolutly gorgeous outside. The ride to St. Joe's was so pretty. I am going to enjoy driving there every week. The interview itself went well. The head of volunteers, Stephanie, was really nice. While I was sitting around waiting, this girl from my Mod Lit class walked in to grab a cookie and we said hi and stuff, and she kept using my name in her sentences. Like, "Hi Casey!" "So how've you been, Casey?" "See you around Casey!" And I couldn't remember her name for the life of me!  We had talked a few times during the year, at least enough to remember her name. I felt horrible because I'm sure she noticed I couldn't remember who she was. Then about 6 hours later I remember her name is Kristen. I am retarded.

Anyways, I will be working in the Orthopedic department every Sunday from 9-1. I am excited for it. It will be something different to look forward to every week. On the drive home I was feeling really upbeat, just really happy with life in general. So I decided to work out. 30 minutes into it I was drained. I hadn't eaten a single thing all day, and had only drank a cup of coffee early in the morning. I did ellipticals for 25 and then a few machines and felt like I was going to pass out so I left in a down mood. A little while later was Carvel Wednesday. It was fun. I really like the Jessica's. They are so funny in their own unique ways. After that was yummy BDubs. Which is one of my faves.
I layed down after that for a few minutes and then had to go pick my Mom from work since I borrowed her car. She made me take her to Kohl's then. We have exactly the same spending habits. I followed her around for an hour while she debated which shorts to get, which dress, which top. Hah and she took all of my brilliant fashion advice. Then I listened to all of her work drama. Her work seems very cliquey. I guess there aren't very many male social workers out there. Her and her friends are always talking about so and so who did this or how some girl is mean or whatever else. It is interesting to listen to every now and then I suppose.

At night I made poor little  baby Stephen some noodle soup and brought it to him in a cute little Campbell's thermos that had "Morgan's Lunch" written in Sharpie at the top. Momma O made us some delish chocolate pudding to accompany it and we sat around watching TV and looking at GQ magazines. I swear we are the lamest couple ever...but even just sitting around doing nothing I have fun with him, which is good.

Today all I did during the day was watch The Office because I am a loser. And ate two grilled cheeses and felt like a fatty. But they were just too good...tonight I went out for ice cream with Puja and my old friend Jessica. It was nice seeing her. She dyed her hair this really pretty auburn color, lost a ton of weight and was actually dressed really nicely. It was crazy. I really do like her. I always used to get annoyed with her in highschool because she is so extremely quiet and just..backward I guess sometimes about things. But she is really nice, and actually pretty funny. It was pleasant seeing them.

Anyways tomorrow I am waking up super early (for me) to go get my TB skin test. Ah, wonderful way to start off the day...

 The last few days have been very enjoyable. They really have felt more like a normal, fun summer. This summer has been fairly...uneventful. But Monica's, Stephen's and my mini-roadtrip to Grafton, Ohio was a fun little bonding experience for our trio. I really did miss my family. I don't get to see them often, even when they do come up. I always make plans before realizing they are coming up and then I only see them for a few hours at most. At least the last few times it has been that way. I am going back down later this month for Olivia's birthday party. Which will be good because I will most likely not see them again for a while. Well, maybe my birthday. But probably not.

Saturday I got to reunite with Sean! It was great getting to see him again. It hasn't felt that long since I've seen him last. This year has gone by so quickly for me. He is still that same loveable guy I adored before he left. I hope I get to see him more before summer ends though! I feel as if I don't have that much time left. Which is kind of true. I am supposed to be going camping next Monday-Thursday. I am not sure yet if I want to go. On the one hand it will be extremely boring and I will be hot and gross and complaining the entire time. But on the other, what else am I really going to be doing around here? I might as well go and do something different, right? I don't know yet...

Anyways, after catching up on Sean's exciting Asian life I went home and sat around. Morgan and I watched Memento. It was really funny actually. My Dad loves that movie, and the last time I watched it I really liked it. But all I could do this time was make fun of it. It is still a good movie, some of the lines are just goofy though.

Yesterday was alright too. I woke up super late, just like I always do. Sat around and read for a while. Then I went and worked out with Stephen. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be back when he first got his membership. But then again, I am better at working out now; I don't look like a dweeb. At least...I don't think I do anymore hah. Then I went home and showered, expecting to go to church with Mommy but she didn't feel well. So I fell asleep for a very long time. I have a sleeping problem lately. I am ALWAYS tired. Then Stephen came over at night and we watched Wedding Crashers. And that was my night.

Today I did my usual morning routine. Layed around. Drank some coffee. Read. Watched The Office! Which is my favorite thing ever right now. How sad my life is...then Stephen and I went downtown. Got some lunch for Momma O. Had a yummy pizza at Comparis. Met a nice old man at the bank. And read magazines at the Plymouth Library. Then layed around my room watching America's Best Dance Crew. I don't know why I like that show so much. I know nothing about dance. Anyways, then I made Morgan watched The Office with me some more, which she did not enjoy. 

Tomorrow I am supposed to be having a picnic with Jennifer. Though it is supposed to rain now, which may delay our plans. Stephen is getting his wisdom teeth out tomorrow! Hah so maybe I will make him some soup or something if Momma O lets me. Wednesday is my hospital interview which I am excited for and Carvel Wednesday! Which I can finally attend. Annddd that is my life as of now. It is nice not babysitting, but it still does not fill up my time. I wish I had a job to keep me super busy. 

I really am going to start studying for physics 2. I want to be a pro at it by the time school comes around. I also need to hit up the nucleus again sometime soon...

"So as my mentality began to improve then I realized that King’s kids deserve the best and not the rest. So as the song goes “If you want to get with me there is a price to pay I am a genie in a bottle gotta rub me the right way” That is marriage baby!!! So I will encouraged you to practice celibancy."


Sorry Dapo, I don't know what "celibancy" is. And I am almost 100% sure that was NOT Christina Aguilera's message in "Genie in a Bottle." But hey, to each is own..


"There is this gospel artist by the name of Rebecca St. James who has chosen to be celibant. She selling a lot of records and making money and also pretty attractive so it is not like she cannot get a guy."


It's good to know that even attractive women can be celibate. Cause I was under the impression that it was just a fad for those ugly chicks who can't get any to begin with.


This man cracks me up. He can't spell or use English correctly, and half of the things he is trying to say are ridiculous. I understand his points and his intentions with the overall message but he is going about it in all the wrong ways. In all of his e-mails there is something outrageously sexist included in his commentary. Not even in the Bible verses that he shares, but just in his way of backing the scripture up. Nevertheless I do enjoy receiving e-mails from this loon, who I am pretty sure was homeless. Not that that is...reason to condemn him for anything but maybe it would explain why he is crazy. It gets darned cold in Ann Arbor, maybe he caught some sort of illness.

I fell asleep fine last night, but throughout I kept waking up for the most annoying reasons. I dropped my phone and it started making some noise. Markkie kept texting me. Charlie jumped on my bed, because I was keeping my door open to be able hear when Chase was awake in the morning, and was biting my ears and my nose and kneading my neck with his claws. I pushed the covers off and woke up with my toes freezing. Then Stephen texted me at 8 to tell me if he will have housing or not because he and his Mom ran up to Ann Arbor at the crack of dawn to try and fight back his place in Markley. Of course he tells me he didn't get it; he will have to commute. I KNOW he is joking but he keeps insisting for like, three texts, so I finally give up trying to make him tell me the truth and tell him commuting is going to be awful and that I honestly don't know what he will do. And of course, "I'm kidding. I am living in Markley" is his response. Then my Aunt is texting me about that stupid kid who goes to Wooster --"he's so hot. I'm sending your Mom a pic so look at it". So I push the phone away from me and it hit the wall and some piece fell off of it; I didn't care, though. I fell back asleep. The back is broken now. It keeps falling off. I'm going to have to be ghetto and tape it or something. 


My Mom told me she wants me to pay for my own phone next year. I mean, she was joking, but there was some seriousness in the tone. I'm sure if I protested she would comply but I really do think I should start paying for it on my own. A lot of people I know my age do, I am just irresponsible and would probably miss my payment or something. But I plan on working more this school year. Which may be a poor decision because I want to get an A in Organic Chem, which will be a bitch, excuse my profanity. But I think I will manage. I want to work at least 10 hours at my lab job and maybe get a weekend job at a restaurant somewhere. But I think I should put that off at least until football Saturdays are over...


Andy called me last night. Then he texted me telling him to call him back as soon as I wasn't busy. We had a long, somewhat melodramatic talk. All of that business about that girl who he is in love with. Her parents are forbidding her from seeing him again, and he was in hysterics. I did my part of concerned friend well, but it was really difficult to put myself in his position. The past couple of months have been somewhat uneventful and yes, I've complained about boredom around Canton quite a bit, but I really have been happy. I haven't felt the way he is in such a long time. I tried empathizing with him, and that unforgetable night in the Markley stairwell was all I could think about. That was enough to help me talk him through it. When you are in a happy time in your life you feel like nothing could ever break you again, and when you are in that lowest place you feel like there is nothing in this world that can bring you back up. If I could I would give him a piece of my happiness; I would share it with him, because there is nothing I don't like more than to see someone I care about suffering. But all I can give him are words and of course, they are just not enough. I've never been great with words.

Last night was the Livonia Spree. I actually enjoyed it quite a bit. I mean, my two favorite people were there of course so how could it have been otherwise, but I really do enjoy being around Jessica Werth. She just brings a happy, silly atmosphere to the group. I really like her. Lunch with Jen yesterday was really nice as well. Neither of us get to see each other very much anymore which is sad because I spent almost every waking moment with her the last year. I was really pleased with how our little roomie relationship went; she was like my sister, my replacement Morgan. I know next year is going to be different with her living at AChiO. But I think that it will be fine, for the most part. We are taking all of the exact same classes so we will be able to study together a lot. We are both overly determined to do really well this year. 4.0? Hah I wish.

 Oh what wonders apologies and a good workout can do for you. I seriously had not been in as horrible of a mood as I was in today in a very long time. I swear it is all due to being "that time of the month," but usually I am not this moody. Hah, I swear. Stephen woke me up this morning at 11:30 to tell me that he had mono. I tried to stay calm and try and convince him it wouldn't be as horrible as he was making it out to be, when 3 minutes later he told me he was lying and it was an infection. After lying around for another half hour or so I went downstairs and watched a bunch of the "I Love the New Millenium" specials on VH1. I don't really understand why they are making these shows when the "New Millenium" decade, as they are calling it, hasn't even ended yet...but I really loved the "I Love the 80's" and 90's so I enjoyed them. And THAT was my afternoon. Wonderful? Yes, indeed. Bill made some juicy steaks and then it was back to the babysitting grind as always. Sometime during the day Stephen and I had a conversation about him coming to Ohio with Monica and me on the 4th of July and it somehow turned into how my relatives are poor, out-of-ground swimming pools equal trash and my aunt should just go back to her pointless white collar life because she said she wanted me to meet some attractive boy who works with her. I got angry with him then, but as always, held it in, where at another point in the day it erupted out of me in some other form. I think I hung up without saying goodbye. Which I know, is childish of me; if someone says something that upsets me, especially my boyfriend, I should be mature enough to say so. But for some reason I push those things aside all too often, and today just wasn't the right day to deal with them alone. After the rude hanging-up of the phone I get a text saying I am always mean to him, and rude and whatnot. Which I guess sometimes is true, but it is never without reason. I just always push those reasons away and then forget about WHY I am actually mad in the first place. But anyways all was worked out and he is going to attempt to not say things of that nature anymore because they honestly really do hurt me. After all was worked out I read for a while, though Swann's Way isn't exactly as captivating as I hoped. Proust will definitely not make one of my favorite authors...After that Mommy returned and it was off to the gym as always. 2.5 miles and the machines today and I am feeling back to normal. The gym and tanning are my two obsessions. I really do need to stop tanning. I keep telling myself it is just for the summer; everyone wants to look sexy and tan in the summer, right? Hah and winter too? I need to stop being so vain. I mean, really I'm not that focused on appearances. I don't think I am gorgeous or beautiful in any way; I am alright lookin,' but when I compare pictures of pale Casey to tan Casey, I just can't help but like the tan one more! That sounds awful. Ah whatever; I will stop eventually.