I think it was last night... Jake and I were talking in the car -- what else is new? And I go, "I don't think I can do it again... having you gone so long." and he replies so casually, almost as if there were no supporting thoughts behind this statement, "You could always come with me." Yeah. Pfft. That's a bit of a stretch. Real funny. But I have thought about it, but golly... I need to get my life straight. And I think I would need more assurance walking into such an experience... following him. But I would hope that I'd be following God. He also said something very interesting to me, I wish I could quote it, but it went along the lines of how he didn't want to be where Jesus had been, but to be right where He is at. For real, that was pretty honorable. I liked it. Meehhhh. I'd probably have to be married before I followed anyone into a foreign country and committing several months of my life to something. I suck at committment. But what does he care? Because he's not all about that. I guess. He's going to keep not making sense. And I am just going to let it coast for about a month before I start up this stuff... after we return from France... maybe before we go, I'd like to get some of my understandings ironed out. So that I have clarity. And just really know what we're pursuing. Tide... which is EDIT backwards. Anyhow, after school, Vesely gave me the weirdest look ever. Like... it was old times. I kind of miss old times... when boys looked at me like that. It made me happy on the inside.