I miss the Theatre department that i am no longer a member of being nice people.  From what i hear, they are mean and nasty to each other now.  That sucks.  What would Wendi and Jay and Ramie and Brent and everyone else that we all loved as freshmen, say? 

Anyway, i cant really communicate with my boy for about 7 weeks.  He's at camp and they do not allow any fraternizing with anyone outside of the family during YFN.  That means no boy or girlfriends or fiances or buddies or crushes.  This sucks.  So for seven weeks we write letters.  And sneak phone calls.  And send smoke signals.  Anyway that we can tell each other, "Hey, I miss you dearly" we get out there.  So i really need to buy some stamps.

I am more than a little stressed out right now.  I have one pregnant sister and one sister going through a messy divorce right now with a massively depressed possibly suicidal mother.  And to make it all so much better, my best friend of 6 years is MIA because of camp.  Miserable today?  A little. 

I was going through our old emails from high school and stuff today and i remember what a goob we both were.  How fun!  I remember how i used to have a crush on John Scebold and i thought no one knew but they all did.  And Freshman year, how mortified i was that i wrote whatever i wrote on My xanga about Matt Gillum and how i liked him.  I honestly dont even remember what i wrote.  I didnt remember then either.  I was on prescription medicine that night.  The only thing i remember about that night was wearing my red bathrobe and being sick.  Then i wrote something online and immediately threw up afterward.  It's funny now!  Aww young "love"!

I'm gonna go shower and eat some cookie dough.  Delish!