Good weekend. Kristofer and I contested with each other to crunch the biggest, loudest leaves as we detoured around campus to lunch--an old favorite--and back again. We cat-napped in the shade of my room, neglecting obligation for the sake of enjoyment. We begged for embraces and often stole kisses, devoured the weekend in its crazy state of leisure; where are we without everyone telling us where to be? Monday, of course, has been dreadful. Long, tiring, and a constant cycle of hope and disappointment. Therefor, I will only report the good stuff: Psyc was fun, we're learning about dreams and sleep patterns. That stuff always interests me since I've always been bombarded by bizarre dreams. Astronomy lab wasn't too hard and we got out an hour early. And as I was walking back to my dorm, I found a dollar on the ground. That's it. All the good news. I can't go to Kroy's soccer game tomorrow and I feel terrible, but I've just got so much stuff to do here tomorrow evening--I'm not even having rehearsal until Thurs. But I told him I would come see him; next week is spring break and since I have no plans, why not? I figure I owe it to him--Kris and I both. I'd like to take a drive during Spring Break. I have absolutely no plans and no one to hang with because my spring break is at a stupid time and everyone else goes on break the following week. I'd like to go somewhere and take photos, start building up that landscape portfolio. *yawn, stretch* Well, enough is enough. 20 minutes left of Monday and I should like to be snoring through it's quick funeral. Carrie