2 More Weeks

If I had a laptop, I would write more often.

Redouane will be back in two weeks. Only 14 more days. Two weeks from today will be THE DAY. I can't wait. I can wait, I have been waiting, for six freakin' weeks. It's so cute, he sends me text messages mostly every day and for some reason there are never spaces in the messages so I'll get a "iloveyoubabygoodnightbegood". Be good. I've been good. I hope he's been good. Everytime we bring up the subject he has to insist that if he wanted to he could get a prostitute for the evertday low-low price of only $20. He wouldn't do that though, because it's Ramadan. Thanks baby, I wouldn't cheat on you because I love you too. The man can write it but he can't say it.

I'm anxious about him coming back. There is soooooooo much to figure out. My whole future depends on what happens when he comes back.

Sam left me. She's gone to London. I'm happy for her, it's about time. We've emailed a lot already since she left two weeks ago. Reading about her experiences so far makes me remember our trip, two years ago. It's funny to think back on it now. I always think about how those guys will never realize the maginitude of the impact they had on our young teenage lives. Massive. Gargantuan. Good times, good times.

Hopefully if finances allow, I'll be able to go visit Sam for New Year. She's coming to the states for Christmas, and then the plan is for me to fly back with her and we'll have another New Year's bash. That would be FLY.

School is still school and work is still work. I'm trying to be more social, and make friends, because I don't have many. Besides Lisa, Redouane, Sam, Leticia, and Jessica. And I only talk to Lisa on a daily basis. Lisa has no friends too. We're both best friend losers.

Class starts soon. Hopefully I'll update before 2007.