In less than two days I will be leaving for Dade City, Florida with 19 other 'kids' from G-ville to build houses for Habitat for Humanity. There is a definite lack of enthusiasm on my part about this whole trip. I just can't help but feel like I have done nothing but constantly run this entire semester, and although we will probably have a great time and are going to be helping alot of people who have far less than we do, I just want to go home and relax instead!!!! How selfish is that...but is it? Sigh....honestly graduation can't come soon enough because I am going to run myself ragged.

Talked to EX tonight--first time in a few days at least which was a welcome break. He and a friend are coming to St. Louie in a couple weeks for a Card's game and I guess he wants to take me out to dinner. Maybe it'll be fun to have him here for alittle bit, but it's going to be threatening too. We have always been on equal turf for the most part...that being work and home, but now he's invading my territory in a sense. None of even my good friends have ever come to G-ville to visit and it just seems weird that the only person in 4 years to make the trip out here is going to be him. Wouldn't of seen this coming even a year ago. Why him???

Alright so it must be said that I am a concert junky. Coldplay less than two weeks ago and Linkin Park last night. Not only am I a junky, I'm one of those serious people who demands front row and nothing less. If there is not a chance that I might be dripped on by a sweat-soaked performer, then count me out. Last year I went to see the Park for my birthday and again ended up in the front row where I fell madly in love with lead singer Chester Bennington. I am here to say that that love is now even stronger. We are souls mates:o) Pardon me for bragging, but mine was the first hand that he grabbed of the night and from there cloud nine was my home. The show was not quite as good as the last one mainly because they sang alot of new stuff that will be on their upcoming cd to be released this coming Tuesday....good songs, just couldn't sing along. At the end of the show, Chester and Mike jumped down into the crowd. My heart stopped. There was Chester right in front of me--within my very reach, but I couldn't move because of the crowd crushing me. Finally I realized that although I could reach his hand, his neck and chest were well within my reach. What can I say, I took advantage of the situation and he just smiled at me. The thought of the woman touching the hem of Jesus' garment crossed my mind and I suddenly realized that lightening might strike me at any moment. Needless to say, I am in love with the man. His sex appeal is through the roof.

Also newsworthy is the fact that I saw SATAN #3 (the 3rd of the brothers) before class yesterday morning. Seems that G-ville will not release his transcript to Lakeland C. until he pays his bill in full. We talked for about 10-15 mins. and it was really good. I haven't seen him in so long and although I know I will get crap for saying this--it was like seeing family. The A's have just always seemed like that to me--they've been a part of my life for the past four years.

On a pranking note, SPAM, I, and three highschool boys visiting from OK decided to go say hello to the enemy. We knocked, we hollered, but no one was home and the house was unlocked. Are you kidding me??? Of course we took advantage of the situation taking more trophies for our collection. We are so going to die!!!!

Happy Birthday Evan!!!! Hope you had a good one....

I should mention before I tell "the rest of the story" that the stealing of a roommates car was also involved in the escapade.

Moving on...SPAM and I ran for her car as the boys retreated into the house, scared by the whistle. Suddenly as we turned onto the road leading to our dorm we were cut off by two guys on a motorcycle throwing water balloons in our direction. This was the beginning of a 20 minute car chase through the streets of Greenville; SPAM and I in her car, HERMAN, DD, and two other thugs on motorocycles. The chase ended with our girl genious aiding us in our escape. Knowing full well that the boys could not afford another run-in with the popos, we decided to take a detour passed the station. The boys immediately dropped back giving us enough time to bolt back to campus, pull into the tow away zone and run for our room. There we enlisted all of our girlfriends who were excited to hear about our adventure. Within 5 minutes the boys, now a total of five, were outside our widow pelting it with water balloons. Nearly a half an hour of banter followed including a fabulous rendition on the alma mater. Convinced that they had given up on us risking coming outside, five of us decided to make a run for SPAM'S car. Oh but they weren't gone. In fact, we ended up being attacked on all sides. Finally they ran out of ammo and retreated to their house while we devised a master plan. Figuring that the stolen car from the night before was our best option for an attack mobile (due to the fact that it was parked right outside our window and had a remote lock that we could click on our way out the window) we again committed the crime of theft. With three of us out the window and the other two out the front door, we were in the car in 5 seconds flat, HALE in the drivers seat. The very second that we pulled out of the parking space, we were confronted by a full-sized red van belonging to HERMAN. I should stop here and mention that earlier a cohort of ours had presented us with more 4th of July part favors including a large bundle of bottle rockets which HALE was solely in charge of shooting. This became alittle complicated since she was in the driver's seat. Making sure that all was clear, we at one point switched drivers and I was now in command. The driving episode lasted well over an hour with many many instances with water balloons...however this had little effect on us as we were in the car....stupid boys. The bottle rockets however, proved to be a very valuable weapon. HALE proved to be quite the pro with her cardboard tube sticking out her cracked window. What fun! About halfway through the ordeal we drove by their empty house and shoved SPAM out as we sped away. Using her mad breaking and entering skills, she was able to get into the house without a problem and out with several precious trophies. The one that seems to have aggravated the boys the most was the American flag that is now proudly haning from our window. We're not trying to flaunt anything....wait we are. The most fulfilling part of the whole evening is the simple knowledge that these boys claim to be the kings yet five simple-minded girls out-smarted and out-shown them with little effort. The war has just begun...hope we are ready for it.

Finally I have realized that half of the drama in my life could be avoided just be simply not talking to some of the stupid boys that I know. The EX has still been calling on a daily basis, but I have learned to stop being the caring, listening ear all the time. He has problems; we've established that. But he has done nothing about them, and in all honesty, doesn't seem to want to change. Well I'm not about to listen to the same sob story every night. The simpathy has worn off. Now it's time for him to handle alittle what I like to call confrontational counseling.

The girls in my pod and I have had a very eventful weekend to say the least. It began Friday night when we drove out to Durley to harrass some of our less than respectable male friends who were in GC rehad. Apparently they were caught by the popos with open containers in their car and as punishment, GC made them camp out all weekend and do work at Durley. Merely wanting to make their weekend more enjoyable, we drove out their late Friday night and gave them a mini 4th of July. We didn't wait around for their thanks. We then proceeded through our weekend without much thought about our displayal until last night when all hell broke loose.

For whatever reason, I was on the phone with the main rehab junky when he started questioning me as to my knowledge about the Friday night incident. At that moment my room phone began ringing off the hook but there was only a group whistling in the background. It didn't take long for SPAM and I to figure out who the perps were which included the very junky I was on the phone with. Dropping everything, we drove up to their house and stood under their window until we once again heard them whistling. All of a sudden two of them bolted for the door and we went running in different directions screaming the whole way. In the middle of my get-away I lost my shoe--my new shoe--and not willing to sacrifice its soul, I ran back to get it. Of course not the brightest move. DD caught up with me in seconds and attempted to carry me off kicking and screaming. SPAM came to my rescue with the rape whistle which scared the boys off immediately....

more to come later!

Finally I have realized that half of the drama in my life could be avoided just be simply not talking to some of the stupid boys that I know. The EX has still been calling on a daily basis, but I have learned to stop being the caring, listening ear all the time. He has problems; we've established that. But he has done nothing about them, and in all honesty, doesn't seem to want to change. Well I'm not about to listen to the same sob story every night. The simpathy has worn off. Now it's time for him to handle alittle what I like to call confrontational counseling.

The girls in my pod and I have had a very eventful weekend to say the least. It began Friday night when we drove out to Durley to harrass some of our less than respectable male friends who were in GC rehad. Apparently they were caught by the popos with open containers in their car and as punishment, GC made them camp out all weekend and do work at Durley. Merely wanting to make their weekend more enjoyable, we drove out their late Friday night and gave them a mini 4th of July. We didn't wait around for their thanks. We then proceeded through our weekend without much thought about our displayal until last night when all hell broke loose.

For whatever reason, I was on the phone with the main rehab junky when he started questioning me as to my knowledge about the Friday night incident. At that moment my room phone began ringing off the hook but there was only a group whistling in the background. It didn't take long for SPAM and I to figure out who the perps were which included the very junky I was on the phone with. Dropping everything, we drove up to their house and stood under their window until we once again heard them whistling. All of a sudden two of them bolted for the door and we went running in different directions screaming the whole way. In the middle of my get-away I lost my shoe--my new shoe--and not willing to sacrifice its soul, I ran back to get it. Of course not the brightest move. DD caught up with me in seconds and attempted to carry me off kicking and screaming. SPAM came to my rescue with the rape whistle which scared the boys off immediately....

more to come later!