So it is a Thursday night up in the cold of Flagstaff, Arizona, and I am pulling my usual most of the nighter. It seems like no matter how hard I try to get ahead of my calculus during th week. I still get behind and have to stay up till somewhere on average between 2 - 4 on Thursday nights. Granted because of not having marching band this week, I have kind of slacked off this week, so I will blame that on myself, but typically I just never really ever have time to do my homework. I have to practice so much, and well the music building closes at 11, so it isn't like I stay there till really late and practice. Oh well, I suppose that is college for you. My roommate is really kind of a pain in the ass. I mean we seem to always "get a long," but I just haven't really had enough courage to talk to him about subtle things such as taking out the garbage. Yes he is a boy, and we are typically dirtier than girls but there comes a point and time where it just goes too far. Take this for example, when the trash can starts to get full, that is usually a sign that hey, maybe I should take my garbage down to the dumpster. Which translates too, hey I need to leave an extra 2 minutes earlier before I go to class so I can stop at the dumpster and drop my garbage off there. Now, I don't know about you but that does seem to hard. My roommate I guess just doesn't understand this concept. He normally puts his trash under his desk in a wastebasket. Cool, until the trash starts to come out from underneath and float into the room. That is just a wee bit gross. Of course there are some other things as well, but they would take a long time to explain, and are really just petty things that I am really just "pet-peevish" with. I am coming home again this weekend. I am actually leaving in less th an 8 hours. Wich means I am going to get less than 6 hours of sleep tonight :-(, but never-the-less, I am extremely excited for the weekend. I have a really hard time making it through the week without seeing Jill. I know that sounds terrible and all, but I really don't think it is. I mean, she is my best friend before anything else, and when I am having a bad day, all I have to do is just look at her and realize that everything is ok because in reality life is ok. When you are in love there is truly just an X-factor that comes into play and really can't describe it other than the fact that it is the most glorious feeling you will ever have. There is something about being "in-love," that really and truly changes a person. It makes you feel much more complete as if the world could never take anything from you again, even if it tried to cut you off at the knees. Ok, well I will stop being sappy now. So back to this weekend. It should be a really fun weekend. I am going to go hit up Goldies with Travis, have lunch with my father, and just try and see some other familiar faces that I really haven't been able to see because I have just been so busy doing crazy things. Alright, well I have post-poned Calculus long enough. I hope that everyone has a terrific weekend, and that you are loving everything that you are doing. Sleep well Peace ~Kris