i miss patrick...

Patrick Swayze died. Oh no. Who's going to get Baby out of the corner now? I'm distraught about this. Patrick and Heath. It's tragic.

I took a nap today. That's right, I spent an hour of free time asleep. I wasn't reading, studying, writing, or running around. And let me tell you, it was blissful. Until my phone vibrated and I was rudely woken up to go to class. Unfortunate. But that one hour was fantastic. I'm going to be looking into more of those in the future.

Two weeks from right now I will be writing to you from my own bedroom. I can't wait. I am loving LSU more and more every day. But I am also missing home. It's a weird inverse relationship that I don't really understand. I think it's healthy though. Imagine if I got here and never missed home and never called my parents and never reminisced about high school. Heartless? I would imagine so.

However, I do love my family. I do miss my own bed. I also miss my home church, That's a big one. I can't wait wait to go home and sit in the same place I always have with the same people I always have. But enough of that for now. It's still two weeks away.

Tonight I am talking to a friend about losing a family member. I am listening to the Black Eyed Peas. I am having mini dance parties with my roommate. I am reading a book about the collapses of societes that haven't actually collapsed. Tonight's a good night. But, in case you thought I had forgotten, it's almost Saturday night again. Yes the phenomenon that we call Saturday night at Death Valley is coming back around again.

People you should call once a week:
Your parents
Your grandparents
Your best friends
Your friends that are sad
Your siblings
Friends with swine flu (or any flu I guess)
Family you have on campus

I know that's a lot of phone calls. But life is short. People are worth it. I'm being mushy. I know. I'll control myself better next time.