I am in between classes now. Waiting until this day is over. Well almost over. I still have things to take care of at home. Today, even though I have a million classes, has been a break. An escape. I met some DUDE named Pat today. He's cute. He has nice eyes. He always wears a hat. We talked all through my grammar class. I am sure he must have been bored. People don't usually look to me for conversation. Not strangers anyways. He was nice in a dude way. He says that word a lot. That's fine. I say things like 411 Right Dude and Fuck way too much. I have come to love the word fuck. It has so many possibilities. Fuck you. Fuck off. Let's fuck. FUCK! etc. I don't like cursing though. It reminds me of the 'ghetto.' I want my refund check soon. There's a digital camera I have my brown eyes on. I want to release my creativity. Of course I won't give up my old 35mm. We've been through a lot together. I still have lots of time before my next class. I hate waiting. John is coming home today. He's happy. I'm happy. We're all happy. Maybe my mom won't worry so much now. Maybe she won't be so nervous and stop jumping every time the phone rings. I hate her. But I love her. She's my mother. I am her daughter. I remain loyal like an abused dog. But you need to back the ones you love. I wonder if I'll see Keith today. Probably not since I brought it up. If I concentrate on something or someone too much, it never goes anywhere and eventually it all ends. I won't do that this time. I have too many things to think about in my own life, let alone worry about some guy who I barely know. Time for me to smoke. It's almost been an hour since my last puff. I am done.