I was on the bus, returning to school after picking up my rail tickets, when I saw a man on the street trip over his own feet and face plant in the middle of the road. A woman who was crossing on the other side ran to help him.

It makes me believe there is hope for the human race.

Tomorrow I'll be at school.

It is sort of odd, thinking about how I felt last year at this time and compairing it to how I feel now. Last year I was freaking out about the Spaatz exam and studying 14 hours a day. Then I packed for school the day before I left for school. This year, I was packed last week and haven't really been doing much of anything. Ebay, reading and writing. (I finally finished the 9th chapter. Only took me 7 months to do it.)

Last year, going to college was an unkown, exciting adventure. This year, I'm just going back to a place that I felt comfortable in and had something to do all day. The adventure will be getting to know my new roomate and working my ass off to bring my gpa up. I'm sure I won't feel so bland about school as soon as I get there. Don't get me wrong. I am really excited to go, but it is more because I want to get the hell out of this place before my grandmother distroy's my family. I can't take watching my parents fall apart at the emotional seams or see them physically degrade. It's selfish, I know. But it just makes me want to scream sometimes. One minute my grandmother can just be this harmless, helpless old lady and the next she is a collosal bitch--so bitter, angry, depressed and lonely she has to take it out on other people. I just have to get out.

I'm sure in a week or so, the pressure of school will get to me and I'll write about how simple life at home is. If that happens, just remind me of what is really going on at home, and that life here isn't so simple. Tell me to shut up and just write. It will make me feel better anyway.

This year will be so full. 18 credits this quarter and I have to get above a 3.1 in all of my classes to get my cumulative gpa up. I will hopefully have a job and I have to apply for the Departement of International Studies for my major and get into a study abroad program. I can't get my degree without one. *crosses fingers for France or Germany*

Sort of odd to think that the quarter is only ten weeks long. 12 weeks from now I'll be back home for Christmas vacation. And I'm sure, just like last year, I'll be ready to go back to school after three days.

Aw well. I better get a start on my 10th chapter. Night all.

They ended up breaking it off. It was hard, but Julisa supposes it was for the best.

School in 15 days. Thank god. I am so ready to get out of here. I'm really looking forward to this year: no ROTC, no calculus, no chemistry...and the real simplicity of living at school.

I've been going over my previous goals for the summer. Didn't accomplish any of them. Gained weight instead of lost it, I'm sure. Didn't get any chapters done on my fic. In fact, the whole summer really sucked. I would rather spend it in school.

My ability to write is nonexistant. I never had it and I don't know why the fuck I ever thought I had even the most remote sense of it.

Whatever. 15 more days, and I can go back to school.

Please think and/or pray for my sister. She is really scared that her boyfriend will break up with her. He told her the classic "I just need to think about things" line and it has really thrown her for a loop.

She doesn't want to have this end. She loves him so much and she told me she can't imagine being with anyone else.

So just just keep her in your thoughts and prayers.

So I went to my friend's bachellorette party on wednesday night. And for the first time ever, I got drunk. I have only ever been tipsy because I don't like to drink to excess. I didn't even have that many drinks, but dear lord they were strong. At least I was with friends and I didn't throw up. I just couldn't stand up.

But I think I ate something bad because I had the 24 hour flu bug yesturday. Was not fun at all. Still a little weirded out today but at least I don't feel like I'm going to throw up every two minutes.

I restarted Netflix because I had an odd craving to watch Xena. I used to watch it when I was younger (as in, the year it came out) so I decided to watch it disc by disc. Only doing one at a time because I can't afford the 20 dollars a month for three.

It is so weird to be home for more than 3 days at a time. I'm so glad i have some time to relax. My parents are gone this weekend so that makes it all easier.

I still havn't figured out what to get Holly for the wedding. I really don't like weddings, but since she is a really good friend I need to go. And it would be rude not to.

Now I need to finish cleaning. Later!

Edit:
Okay, let me put a few things straight.

1) I gave blood tuesday afternoon, so when I drank on wednesday, I didn't have all of my defenses up. Which is why I got drunk off of so little alchohol. (smart me..*slaps self*)
2) There is no way in hell I drank enough to have a hangover lasting ALL DAY yesterday and when I got up this morning
3) Food poisoning (at least for me) does not take 2 days to set in. I've had food poisoning before. And it only took a few hours. I'm not saying I was "poisoned", but I know I ate something on wednesday night that didn't agree with me. Which is why I was sick all day yesterday and when I woke up this morning I felt awful. I had to go back to sleep and I didn't get up until nearly 11am. Again, I still feel a bit odd. So there is no way in hell it was a hangover
4) Noise didn't bother me. I didn't have a headache. Two usual hangover ailments
5) The alcohol was out of my system long before yesterday afternoon. I should have felt better had it been a hangover. I didn't. I was SICK.

It may sound like I'm trying to find excuses for why I was sick yesterday, but seriously, I'd admit it if I had a bad hangover if there was 'cause to have such a bad hangover. There wasn't. So I know I didn't have a huge hangover that lasted all day yesterday and part of today.

The beginning of the morning, when I got up, yes--I admit it--I was hungover sick. But by the time I got home and slept I should have been fine. I wasn't. I WAS SICK!

So no more. I don't want to hear about it.

Wow, it has been a long time since I last wrote. Over a month. Since it has been a month, I'll just bullet point the most important things that have happened.

-IACE was great again. I absolutly loved it. It was incredibly hot, but it was sooo much fun

-Encampment was hell. If, when we die, we make our own hell from our nightmares, encampment would be part of it. My squadron commanders (two out of the three) were bastards. Disrespectful, obnoxious, arrogant, self-absorbed, insubordinate, bastards. And my encampment commander was hell to work with. Thank god it is over.

-Reno is coming up tomarrow and when I get back on the 13 I will have been home only 8 days out of the last 30.

-My parents are driving me insane. I can't wait to go back to school.

-I have gained an ass load of weight (thank you stress) and my acne is worse than ever.

-I can't wait to go back to school.

-I actually thought about letting go of the steering wheel when I was on the freeway. More than once. Thank god I didn't.

- My deputy commander at encampment got sick and I now have his sore throat. My mom says I have the "sexy smoker's voice". Yay. I sound like I have been smoking for thirty years. That's always great.

-I can't wait to go back to school.

-I have to take out a huge amount of loans for college. Let's hear it for starting out life $20,000 in debt. w00t!

-Oh, yea, I can't wait to go back to school.