Listening to: The Tap-Tap-Tapping of the Keyboard
Feeling: cheeky
I had the best weekend ever.
Friday Night: Typical Omelet Shoppe fun with Jhonna and Nick.
Saturday Night: We met our friend Kelly and her girlfriend at the Omelet Shoppe in Beckley (we got to school in Princeton, which is about 45 minutes away) and stayed until 3 AM. Most of that time was spent putting money in the quater drop machine. It was crazy fun. Then we decided to go to "The Clifs". It's where all the kids who skipped class at our old high school would sneak to and smoke weed. Anyway, it was dark and really very terrifying, especially since I've been watching so much Unsolved Mysteries lately. We stumbled around in the woods for about thirty minutes trying to find "The Cliffs" with no luck until I spotted what appeared to be someone flapping their arms around and we took off running. Then we went to their hotel and watched some movies until 7 am.
Kelly went to boot camp yesterday. She wants to go to Iraq. I'm going to miss her so much and I'm terrified that she'll get killed.
Poog.
I'm not even sure what we're fighting. I'd like to believe we're doing the right things, but sometimes I just can't see it at all, and then that makes me feel bad, like I'm not supporting the good people who are over there risking it all. So, well, I just don't know.