Yesterday morning, Bee and I woke up and went to Good News PCA. KristiKatt had told me all about the church and how it was packed full of hot/nice guys, and boy was she right. We sat through a church service and then headed down to the gym to get some free food and meet people. We sat at a table with four nice people (two boys and two girls) and they told us all about the small group they lead every Tuesday. After lunch was over, we threw away our trash and got ready for Andy to take us back to school. Bee was talking to a random cute guy so I walked over so I could meet him too. I nearly died when he told me his last name. Why, you ask? Because he was none other than my future husband's brother! Yes, the husband I met at the Chianti Room. Yes, the one who has a girlfriend. Yes, the one who I'll never actually date. But oh well, that's my life for you. Always have a crush on the unavailable ones. Ha, but anyways, Little Ward invited us to hang out this week and even offered to take us to his small group, which is held on Sundays I believe. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out which small group we'll be going to... (small group with some nice people or small group with my future husband? hmmm...) Well, little Ward offered to take us back to school but by that time, Andy already had the van pulled around so we had to decline. :( Maybe we'll hang out with him... and his hottie brother.... sometime this week.
Anywho, after church Andy took us back to school and we waited for Weegie and my boys to get here. When they got here we went to the park, the beach, and Chili's. I had probably one of the best days I've had in a long time. I really missed my boys and it was great just being with them. Running around, acting nuts, and getting lots of hugs and kisses. Soon, it was time for my babies to leave me again. They were getting tired and Carty starting feeling sick. :( So I had to let them go and came back up to my dorm for the rest of the night.
This is when the downward slope started. Honestly, I deserved to feel like crap for the next hour. I don't know what triggered it, but I had an entire hour of that pre-cry feeling. You know the one where you can't breathe properly and you know you're going to break down at any second? Yep, that's how I felt... but here's where the "good friends" part of this title comes in. I have this new friend. I met him this summer, oddly enough through a guy I no longer talk to (or at least I try not to talk to...). But this new friend, he's pretty amazing. It's almost like having another girl best friend (lol, but I swear he's not gay), he's just really good at listening and understanding. I was talking to him on fb chat and he knew that something was up. The best thing about him is the fact that he doesn't "ask" me what's wrong, he "demands" to know. It's not like "Do you want to tell me?", it's more "Tell me what happened." He does it in a way that's totally cool and not intrusive (if that's possible) and every time he does that I spill my guts. He knew what to say and made me feel better again. Then he had to go to bed, so I spent the next three? hours talking to Xander on Skype. (I mentioned you, happy now?) I had to go to bed around one because my STUPID college doesn't observe any holidays. (Other than stuff like Thanksgiving and Christmas) So I have class in two and a half hours. Time to go pick up the package from my mommy and then maybe take a nap. HOORAY for college...
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