I sat down earlier to catch-up on some journal entries for my Mass Comm. class but, quickly succumed to boredom and an array of distractions, regretfully pushed that aside and looked observantly at the 4 IMs that then filled my screen. In the top left corner sits Nikki, a conversation I initiated because 'it had been a while'. And because I had already given up all hope of getting a phone call from Amy, I wanted to know if she knew anything from her. She did, not surprising. It seemed that God had once again intervened into Amy's life, redirecting her to Another Path. "What's his name?" I asked. "Another Pan, I mean". Nikki laughed; his name is Cory. God always speaks so loudly to Amy and always at the right times, meanwhile the rest of us wonder in dismay what's happening to the care of our loved ones, the future of our careers, the direction of our lives. Maybe Amy is just lucky enough to know God's extension. Moving down to the bottom left popped up Megan (note, her initiative). "Hi," she said, she might have asked how I was, I don't remember. Doesn't matter; I asked her how she was and I got a reply in big, bold letters: FANTASTIC! or something like it. She then went on to announce the good news (accented by many exclamation marks) that she tried out for the ballroom dancing team!! and made it!!!; 30 out of 100 were picked!!!, and she was one of them!!!!!. They're going to compete all over with other campuses and such. I told her congrats, asked all the questions I knew she had readily answers for, and when we came to the point where i could have asked her another question or else changed the subject, she suddenly disappeared and I was faced with a yellow away message that displayed in more big bold letters "I MADE THE BALLROOM DANCING TEAM!" I might have forgotten an exclamation mark or two. The bottom right of my screen shifted quite a lot, depending on the person fleeting on and off the connection. Steve popped me a flash message about a photo he took because he knows I'm into that sort of thing and would appreciate it. Kris and I had a briefing earlier on about the weekend. I think someone else even popped me a message, I don't remember. At this moment of continuation, bottom right is blank. Top right was being held by Aaron--I messaged him. The purpose was to follow up on plans we had tentatively made last week to see a show. The show doesn't open this week, he said, sorry. That's alright. *twiddle thumbs* "I'm thinking about going to the gym" he said. What a coincidence, I was just battling over that decision my self. See you in five? See you in five. There was an all around particular strangeness about today. I walked from one place to another wondering why I haven't been doing the things I said I would. And as I did take baby steps to taking advantage of what we too easily take for granted, I was continuously faced with misplaced thoughts--I've lost my sense of belonging, I admitted to Alex yesterday. Of course, in that conversation I wasn't fully aware of the greatness to which it was meant. But as Aaron and I worked the machines tonight, chatting over school and its future, I told him how excited I was for marching band and how much it surprised me that I felt that way. Even now as I sit here alone, my roommate in another room with her nitch of friends doing their nightly rituals, I realize how jealous I am, or at least how much I miss the ability to do the same. I don't like missing unless it's missing something that will return. I can miss Kris because I usually see him every weekend. I can't miss last year because last year was last year, not to return. So can I miss "the Seniors"? Carrie