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The Journal of Emily G Myers things
01/13/2003 04:14 a.m.
I don't know. I wrote a poem. But I might not post it. It's sort of about the missionaries. It might not be in good taste. We'll hold off on the posting of it. Yep.
Today was a weird day. Very strange. But Eric came to visit. I wish he would have stayed longer but I WAS on the phone and Ashley was coloring, so it's understandable. What a great kid. I'm really happy he's here. He's kind of kept me sane. And we called ourselves a Matthew Nathan today. He's still alive. And funny. But he wants to go to Chicago. MMmmmm... not allowed. Must stay in Georgia.
And I'm loving my roommate. I honestly was a little apprehensive before I got here about how we'd get along, but that Ashley, she's the best. Wow. Even when she's sleepy she still drives me to Landrum to sit and watch me eat. I dunno, she's just wow. But she didn't mention the "betta" misspelling. Urgh. :) Well, now I know.
I'm afraid and excited about Spring Break. I REALLY need to see Tommy again. REALLY. But I'm thinking the only way we'll manage is if I stay at a hotel. Which brings up all kinds of weird things. I don't know. We'll see. It's not like it's tomorrow or anything. So we have time.
I miss mom and dad. I called my mom today all tearful and stuff. I felt silly but I think it made her feel good. That makes me happy. And she said all kinds of nice mom-type things. She's a good mom.
I just need to stop being paranoid. That is SO much easier said than done. People (certain ones) :) deserve my trust. And they should get it. So they will. I promise.
No worries. And I'm just going to take my dad's advice and not even put myself in bad situations anymore. I'm sticking to reading my psych book and maybe my myth book. That's all. Nothing extracurricular.
I'm sorry. I've been longwinded.
I love that birdhouse... soul... TMBG song. A lot. It's SO fun. My favorite line? "Who watches over you?" The way he sings it and what it's saying... I just really like it.
I need to go to bed now. I'll post more later. Honest.
The end.
I am currently Bothered
I am listening to loud and excited college students
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