Had a good weekend; went too fast, but such is life. Kris came down Friday so we hung out that afternoon and ended up staying at my house (his second home). Saturday morning we had a rude start--had intended to get up at a decent hour anyway to go hiking. Well, mom was so stressed out over the open house going on that she booted us out at ten; we couldn't even snag breakfast. So we went for bagels and Cody shivered in my arms the whole time. A woman was short-handed at the register, so Kris offered up a buck and the woman then told her husband that a nice fifteen-year-old gave her change. Silly woman. We went to Camelback, but half of Scottsdale and PV beat us there. With no parking, we aborted that idea and went to Tempe. Ended up hiking A Mountain, a first for me, and then spent some liesure time in the dorm. Went back to Scottsdale, played Scattegories with mommy and then Helen later on, and such was the night. Today was church, a long lunch (as usual), a short time spent at the Miller's and before I knew it, I was hugging my best friend goodbye again. Two o'clock, back at the dorm, back to lonliness and the worst part about return. It wasn't so bad last semester because I wouldn't always return until Monday morning, before my 12:40 class. Such isn't the case now--wouldn't dream of driving here before my 8:40. And besides which, I had homework to catch up on. SO I went through my difficult two, three hours of feeling miserable, out of place, and alone; did my work, made a few unecessary phone calls, and finally the sun dropped and the coziness of soft lighting, MTV background, and work filled me up enough for me to feel settled again. I had froot loops for dinner because sometimes that's all you need. Didn't taste quite as I remembered; guess they're better dry. Mom's making real headway on finding a white baby grand piano. We got an in from Karen; mom's going to look at a piano tomorrow for a potential buy. And speaking of potential purchases, we have a real bite on the house. I'm happy because it's a family with two little girls, one of which apparantly loved my room. Anyway, they've come to look at it twice and want to wait to move in until March, which works great for us since our new home won't be done until late February. Nothing's official yet, but I am amazed at how quickly this has happened. I knew our house would sell easy--I mean, honestly, it's so quaint and perfect--but the whole sale sign on the lawn and lock box on the door, the open house, everything...the things that in specific points in my growing up I feared or thought I wanted. Now, well, as mom has clarified, it would be different if we were downsizing, moving into an apartment or a smaller, uglier home. But we're not. We're moving into something beautiful and special, so it's alright. I'm telling you now to buckle-up, because these months ahead are going to be extremely fast with possible whip-lash and head injuries due to stress. I've got a heavy school load, my play to produce/direct, moving...three very big, time consuming things. But hey, I can handle it. After all, when is this girl ever NOT busy?? My first semester of college was about the slowest time of my life. Carrie