Before I start, I want to explain, in short form, how we have arrived at today from September.

"I realized that I had just been considering hurting the only person who's ever loved me for me, who's never used me. Who still wants to be my best friend at the end of the day, when all is said and done." -Put simply, this no longer applies. So, without further ado:

Here it is, in grand electronic form for the entire world to see. Mostly because I've been told a) if I'm pissed off, I should call her instead of putting it into writing, and b) I've been told not to call. So, going with that theme to start us off, here's a list of hypocrisies:


Exhibit 1: "Our friendship won't change, I still love you, you're my best friend." Actually, no wait a second, here's my favorite to illustrate this one: "You can tell me to fuck off and go to hell, and I'd still call you and bug you and talk to you"
Reality: As I was told tonight, "Don't call me, we're just acquaintances."

Exhibit 2: "I'm not seeing anyone, I don't want to kiss or make out with anyone, I won't be able to date for at least a year."
Reality: Currently (as in, at this very moment and probably until 6 a.m.) making out with someone who she's been dating since December, and hasn't told me about such dating until now. In fact, lied directly on a few occasions.

Exhibit 3: "The reason we're breaking up is because I'm joining the AF immediately after college, our breaks will never coincide this year, it's impossible for us to see each other ever again, or at least for several years."
Reality: She came home during Winter Break, partied on my Fall Break, planning on April visiting her during my Spring Break. Which makes for exactly as much time as last year.

Exhibit 4: "If I'm angry at someone, I'll tell them straight up. I don't bottle it up inside, give them the cold shoulder, and just let it build."
Reality: Will never tell me if she's angry with me, says she's over something, then refuses to talk to me for weeks, claiming to be constantly busy, when she's really just out drinking or making out with someone with whom she has no emotional connection.

Exhibit 5: "I won't date you again even casually because I couldn't just casually 'see' someone without it meaning anything or going anywhere," aaaannndd , "I could never date anyone seriously again who's not Catholic."
Reality: Sunny's new boy toy who she doesn't intend on it going anywhere with but has been seeing for over a month now isn't Catholic. Read that however you want, but a few things don't fit.

Exhibit 6: "I'm friends with all of my ex-boyfriends"
Reality: As stated above, we're just acquaintances.

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Ok, Sunny, here's something for you that might shock you. I am not, nor have I ever been, the cute puppy you think I am, who you were afraid to kick, but did anyways. I'm a fucking human being, one who loved you and was honest with you to a fault. Who trusted you, and above all else, trusted in our friendship. Which you have betrayed, time and time again, and I'm not just referring to the stupid Chris thing. I'm talking about breaking communication, I'm talking about constantly changing the terms of our friendship until it was meaningless, I'm talking about your hypocrisy, the secrets and lies which have brought us to this point. I trusted you, more than I have anyone else. The truth remains exactly as clear as it was the day we broke up, except now I'm fully aware of it. I've been better to you than you will ever deserve, and you will spend the rest of your life looking for someone who can give you the honest love that I did. Instead, you will end up with someone like Trevor, who will promise you the world and give you only your own knife in your back.

I've had a bad day, but if anyone's worried about seeing the Josh of a few years ago, please understand something I'm coming to terms with.

I walked around in a daze all day, knowing it was coming. All I felt was this terrifying, crippling numbness. The call came, and a million things went running through my head. Stupid things, petty things, I wanted to unleash all of the things I've unleashed on everyone BUT her over the years. How many memories could I turn against her, the little barbs I could stab her with...maybe just call her Alison.

But then she said the one thing that stopped me cold. She tells me that I can tell her to fuck off and go to hell, and she'd still call me and bug me and talk to me. That cold, all too familar numbness was gone in an instant. I realized that I had just been considering hurting the only person who's ever loved me for me, who's never used me. Who still wants to be my best friend at the end of the day, when all is said and done. And I knew that I couldn't bring myself to that level, that no matter what, I still want to make her life better in any way that I can.

What I've had with Sunny, most people will never really find no matter how long they look. I don't know if I'll ever find anything like that ever again with anyone...but I know I didn't deserve even that one chance, and I still got it.

I'm grateful. Cherish every moment. Cherish every cup of tea, every lightning storm, every bit of chocolate, every road trip, every dance in the rain. Remember the late nights that turn into early mornings, the random letters, the knowledge that you have a real home where you're safe. Because even when you have all of those things, there will come a time when all you have are memories. And love.

We got the best room on campus next year. Hands down. Mostly due to some really not-so-intelligent picks by the people ahead of us.

Yay for massive air conditioned rooms in the WEL :).

Doing the multiple update thing because the entry below this one definitely deserved its own space.

So I am now back at Duke. All I have to say really is that Rhode Island was AMAZING! In every possible way. Just wow. Absolutely. Wow.

On Tuesday we went to Lincoln Park with Andrew. Really nice guy. Great photographer. He took my latest facebook picture, which depicts me conquering a rock. It was epic. Trust me. And he got the absolute most adorable picture ever of Sunny and me staring out towards the water together. We saw it later and both went, "AWWWWWWW".

I finally got to sit in on some of Sunny's classes on Wednesday and Thursday, since the class I was going to go to was canceled Monday and Tuesday. I was actually interested in the Cost Control class - it was very practical and useful stuff for anyone going into business. The 4 hour Accounting class Thursday night was admittedly...bleh. It was a lot of division. Over and over again. I started dividing the 6 digit numbers in my head (mostly because it was funny to watch Sunny and Matt's reaction to how close I could get it - it's not that hard really, just round off and you can probably get it within a couple of decimal places).

Went ice skating with Ian (the Beachmaster) Wednesday night, where I got to show off my total lack of gracefulness. By total, I mean that I initially put on my skates backwards. Yes, I'm that hopeless. Even with skates on the right feet I flailed like a windmill for most of the time. That was ok though - I used Sunny as my balance when I was about to fall :). She didn't find that quite as great as I did though, hehehe. Then went back home and we talked with Ian for a bit while we baked banana bread together. See Sunny, now you know why I don't feel all that smart here. Ian had a fully developed adult mind at the ripe old age of 3. And then got more brilliant. Doesn't really bother me though - I've always believed that no matter how great we think we are, there will always be someone better out there. Actually, many many someones. And most of them are good people like Ian :).

And then there are all the many things that made Spring Break wonderful that you, my faithful readers, do not get to hear about :P. Suffice it to reiterate how I opened this entry: "AMAZING! In every possible way. Just wow. Absolutely. Wow." As it always is when Sunny and I are together.

I honestly didn't think I could love anyone more than I loved Sunny a couple months ago. Now...wow, a lot more somehow. I don't know how that works but...yeah ok I'll shut up now before you people start throwing things at me for my sappiness.

-Josh

Went to a party Thursday night with some friends from Sunny's internship at the US Tennis Open (TTF, Team Tennis Food). I drank for the first time. Not there, but later. Yes, me, Josh Ashley, the guy who immediately tenses up around any kind of alcohol and involuntarily shudders when asked to even hold something for someone else.

Sunny actually picked up on that tenseness when we were walking up to the party. She calls me perceptive...that was me with full walls up trying to hide how nervous I was feeling and she saw right through it and then immediately reassured me. And from then on, I was totally comfortable and was able to relax. Everyone was nice and it was a good time. When we were leaving, I told her to grab a couple of the Smirnoffs and that I would explain later. When we got home, I told her:

"I've told you about this - this is the greatest fear of my life. It controls me, dictates the choices I make, holds me in terror because I can't trust myself around it. But tonight, when you were drinking, you were always absolutely you, Sunny. You give me something I've never had before - hope. And for you, I can overcome this pointless fear and just enjoy having a nice drink with you, and only you, every once in a while."

And then I took a drink. And....nothing happened. It wasn't great, it wasn't terrible. I didn't become a raging lunatic. I didn't turn into someone I'm not. I didn't get drunk from a single bottle of Smirnoff. No, there's obviously not much alcohol in that, but that wasn't the point. My fear was so deeply psychological that I had been totally paralyzed in fear of the dark evil that could be buried within me. But just like that, I broke the chains that my father's sins bonded to me at birth.

In case any of you didn't already know, Sunny is wonderful for me.

Oh wow...last week was so awful. Massive problem sets, take home midterm, multiple lab reports, quiz, project...by Friday afternoon, I was disheveled with a (slightly) crazed look on my face. I wasn't quite speaking in tongues, but I don't think I was entirely coherent. So I cleaned up, played some GTA: Vice City, and went to bed REEEAAALLLLYYY early. Well, early for me. It was 10.

Woke up around 4:37 (yes, you read that right, around) so I could get ready, go over to Central Campus, drag Vijay out of bed and throw him in the Jeep. Yeah, basically kidnapped him in the middle of the night. He didn't seem to mind - he gets Odessa for a week. Got to the airport and realized my boarding time was only about 15 minutes away, so had to hurry a bit. Got my boarding pass and OFF TO RHODE ISLAND I FLEW!!!

So much awesomeness already. It feels so much like home - then again, I think any place that Sunny is feels like home to me at this point. She had to work the first night I was here - so I chilled with her friend Meghan and watched some basketball. Wow, so much great basketball. March = wonderful.

Yesterday we went to Boston and saw the Museum of Science. Awwww.......cute cute cute kids. Especially the Dad who had the kid in a carrier on his chest and the kid had on all green and a crooked hat. It was adorable. I melted (Sunny did too, and more publicly, so I didn't feel like so much of a dork). The Museum was fun, great way to spend the day. And Boston is such a cool place - I love how old and "lived in" the city feels.

Went to her Sunday school class Sunday night. Hehe...evil little hoodlums. I knew we were in for a fun class when one of the girls, Taylor, caught us kissing outside as she was walking up and teased us relentlessly only as a middle schooler can. Their personalities were so interesting...in combination they led to total chaos. Watching Sunny handle them was great - I love that girl more with every passing day. Afterwards we talked with Father David for a little bit; he's so interesting and nice, I really like him. Came home, saw her grandmother for a bit, went to sleep early from total exhaustion. That, and because Sunny has class obscenely early ;).

She woke me up this morning so we could have a cup of tea together before she left for class. Mmmm...tea. She's going to get me addicted. But that's ok. It's warm, yummy, soothing...yay, tea. Went back to sleep - I intended to wake up early and do some reading. Really, I did. But instead woke up around 10:30, so I just took a shower and watched a little ESPN. Left here around 11:15 to find her during her break and go to her next class. But the professor didn't show! Which was perfectly ok - we came back home and had a sandwich before she left to go to her next class. She's coming home soon and we're going to have 3 o'clockish tea time. Going to rent a movie tonight and relax I think, visiting Lincoln Park with her friend Andrew tomorrow.

As always, best _____ ever as long as I'm with Sunny. (insert Summer, Fall Break, Christmas, Spring Break, road trip, kiss, sunset, whatever you want here. It all fits).

-Josh

Duke lost to UNC last night...so sad. JJ and Shelden beaten on senior night. Although even I will admit that Redick deserved to lose - after the first 3 minutes of the game he was absolutely worthless. Still, to lose to a bunch of freshmen...that sucks.

This validates my decision not to tent this year. It was warmer, the first tenting game (Wake Forest) was an utter blowout against the weakest team in the ACC, the second game was just a heartbreaker, and all in all I've had more free time because of it.

I'm sad that losing meant no bonfire. I wanted to set stuff on fire. Admittedly the fire marshall was going to be there like a fire Nazi making sure that the fire was precisely 6 feet high and 30 feet in diameter at all times, but still. FIRE!!! Plus it would have been funny to see how the fire marshall was going to both contain the crowd and actually measure the size of the fire.

Less than 1 week. :)

So yeah, swimming. Something I've been doing a lot more of lately, thanks to a very well coached swim class I started taking this semester. Why did I practically give up on something that I used to love so much? Well, I guess life does that thing it tends to do (which is get in the way), and I could never invent time for me to just go and have a good work out.

That's definitely changed over the last 3 months. I'm sort of surprised. I mean, I knew I'd get back into it pretty quickly, but I feel like it's almost been too easy. Not the workouts I mean - those are always brutal on me because there's a little thing called a limit to human endurance that I always ignore.

But it's weird - I'm back to doing my high school yardage (about 3500 yards a practice) already. This from someone who was basically a lazy bum for three years, except for some random spurts of exercise. And not only that...but I feel like I haven't anywhere near peaked yet. I feel like my endurance is growing with every day, like I could easily surge past everything I did back at Choctaw if I keep this up. Which is doubly weird, because everyone in the class is either entirely new to swimming, or way beyond anyone I ever saw in high school (like my freshman year roomate, Eric). So I don't really have anyone to practice with/against, nobody to test my limits.

But still I'm getting stronger, even though I know I'm nowhere near as close to my max as I was to my max in high school. I had to WORK back then to get in any better shape than I did after the first year of working out. Maybe it means that I'm a little older and my body hadn't really reached its natural peak back then? It makes me wonder when that happens...sometime in my mid-twenties I'm sure. Or maybe I already hit it while I was lazy and wasn't working out? Oh well, just an interesting little mental exercise.

Because I love Sunny every day, and not just on February 14th. Read the entries before this going back to Christmas break.

I don't know if this is the right date or not. It happened sometime around here, but the exact time's not really important because it's something that built up over a long while. As anyone who knows us at all knows, Sunny and I talk. A lot. I mean, the length of our phone calls is the stuff of legends. And, one night, we had a conversation that brought quite possibly the biggest smile to my face that I've ever had.

Sunny: Hey Josh...who would you say that you were closest to? I mean...like, your best friend?
Me: *thinks for a moment* ...To be perfectly honest, right now, I have to say you. There's nobody else who I'd rather talk to at the end of the day, who I can trust as completely as I trust you.
Sunny: Yeah, I think I just realized that too.

I think I melted right there. Like, faster than if you threw the Wicked Witch into the ocean, I turned into a puddle. The truth is that what I've always considered to be my ideal, dream relationship is someone who I could love on such a deep, intimate level that I couldn't separate my attraction to her from my friendship with her. And that's what I've finally found in Sunny. She's the one I've always dreamed about, my one and only.

Sunny's 20th birthday :).

Since my car was broken for like two weeks before, I hadn't been able to get anything. Finally, on Sunday morning, we're able to miraculously revive Odessa (booo for the engine being flooded with gasoline).

Since I needed to a) get presents for Sunny, and b) ship them in time for her to receive by her birthday, I immediately took off. On the way to the mall, I suddenly realized that while I had a destination in mind, I had no idea what to get her. This created a bit of a quandry (quandary? Sometimes I wish I had a Jenna-slave to serve as my spellchecker). Fortunately, I come up with several moderately brilliant ideas, thus saving me from having to think up one extremely brilliant idea.

And so I ended up getting Sunny a volleyball, the DVD for the Longest Yard, and a book.

No, unless I've explained it to you, you're not supposed to understand any of those.

Don't you love inside jokes?

And affairs with volleyballs? (which can be mistaken for soccer balls under cover of darkness)

:)

Check the date and time of this post. December 31st, right before midnight.

It's New Years Eve and we're hanging out at the Greens' New Year's Party. Per usual, it's a nerd/geek/social misfit extravaganza, as half the room gathers around the TV to beat each other up with cuddly cartoon characters. Earlier I organized the annual Bucket of Wang competition...always a crowd favorite. And always one that nobody wants to do until I get that gleam in my eyes that makes people think that for some reason, this year it might be different, it might not hurt as much.

For the uninitiated, the Bucket of Wang is a giant blue washtub we use to hold drinks. One year around 3 a.m., when all that was left in the bucket was ice and very, very cold water, we (not thinking too lucidly because of the time of night/morning) decided to invent a game involving seeing who could keep their head in the water as long as possible. And thus, the Bucket of Wang was born. It has since been modified so that only hands are used instead of heads, since some people complained of subsequent hearing loss. Now, they just get frostbite and lose limbs.

It was also great to see Mr. Green's reaction upon meeting Sunny. After talking with her for a bit, Mrs. Green realizes that she's a Knochenmus. At this point, Mr. Green's mouth drops open and he stares in shocked silence. "...You're...you're...their daughter?! Wow, you uh, you uhhhhh, you grew up!" And then he sorta marvelled at the hotness that is my girlfriend for a few moments, stumbling over everything he says.

Finally, he says, "Wookie, no offense, but how did SHE end up with YOU?"
Crystal: "Because she's cute and talks a lot and can get him to talk"
Me: *nodnodnod*

But all of that was hours ago. Right now, Sunny and I are embracing, surrounded by friends. In the background, we hear somebody yell out, "ONE MINUTE, GUYS!" And a countdown begins to the new year.

I stare at Sunny for a second, and say, "Hey, why wait the full minute?" and bring my lips forward to meet hers in one of those amazing kisses where the world seems to stop. I don't know how long it lasted - definitely longer than the minute until midnight - but I could have stayed there forever. A perfect moment.

The wrecker dropped us off at a car shop near my Dad's house. Unfortunately, it wasn't exactly the same one my stepmom had intended to meet us at, so it took a while for her and my little brother to find us. Anyways, she eventually finds us, and we gleefully throw our bags in the car and jump in, glad to escape the chilly weather. Grabbed some food from Waffle House and took it back to the house.

And then...well, my absolute worst nightmare almost came true. We were eating our food when my Dad walks into the room from the bedroom. I look into his eyes and I just *know* - he's been drinking. Maybe not to the point where he's over the edge, but it's there; he's the "other person" who puts me on edge.

Sunny is unfazed. She's courteous, sweet, personable. As uncomfortable as I am, she facilitates conversation between all of us. What could have been a terrible first impression is averted. Everything is ok. Dad goes back to his room and back to sleep.

The next couple of days are great. We watch movies, including my most embarassing moments caught on tape, Sunny witnessed a truly legendary lightsaber duel between Ronnie and me, and Sunny got to meet my *real* Dad, the charming intelligent guy who always puts family first.

At one point, I was hanging out with my Dad and he says, "Just so you know, I didn't know what to think before you guys came down to see us. But I can tell you one thing, Cathy and I really like Sunny," which just made me all warm and fuzzy inside. More fuzzy than is normal for a wookie, which is a lot.

All in all, a much less stressful version of Meet the Parents ;P.

Here's one of my more vivid memories from when Sunny and I were visiting my Dad in Birmingham.

We were going through all of the old home movies, as my stepmom fiendishly tried to find the most embarassing tapes possible featuring me (and was quite successful at doing so, I might add). But the video I liked the most was one that was almost overlooked. It was from my toddler years but it turned out it wasn't of me - it was a message from Grandad Lloyd.

During that time, Grandad was doing a lot of travelling. He was one of those retired guys you hear about who buys the massive RV and then drive all over the country, stopping at random campgrounds in between great adventures.

On this particular adventure, he set up his video camera to wish me a Happy Birthday. He told me about all of the things he was seeing, said he missed me and that he would come see me when he made it back (which he always did), and that he loved me and hoped I had a good birthday. It was such a simple message, but it touched me. He wanted to make sure that Josh - the 3 year old - wouldn't forget him, and to let me know that I hadn't been forgotten by him as well. Sitting there 17 years later, that message still rings true. It was one of those moments where you realize how beautiful life is and how precious the people you love are. It was a nice surprise.

South Trek...it's a mix between South Park and Star Trek. Not that that has anything to do with this post, but yeah, I thought it was a cool name. And it's sorta relevant, since we took a trek across the southeast. Ok, on to the post!

So yes, today Sunny and I left on our adventure from Durham, NC to my Dad's house in Birmingham, AL. After a bit of a late start involving finding someone to return movies to the rental place (WHY don't they have a drop off box?!), we were off! She drove to South Carolina and I took over from there.

It was such a relaxing drive. We listened to country music while she was driving, rock while I was driving, and then Christmas music the whole time. And for the whole drive, we were holding hands. Fortunately we're both good enough drivers to be able to do that and not go flying off the road :). I don't know, I just love holding hands - it's the whole contact thing. I am le sappy.

But of course, this wouldn't be a Josh and Sunny adventure without some kind of disaster. About half an hour away from my Dad's house, I noticed a very, very bad noise coming from my engine. Every time it shifted gears, it felt like something was grinding/about to fall out. We pull over into a gas station and realize that there's probably something horribly wrong with my transmission.

Needless to say, at this point, I am horribly embarassed. My car has broken down, we are stuck in Nowhere, Alabama (actually Talladega, but it might as well be Nowhere), at a gas station where the attendant, although nice, only speaks marginal English. I then have to call my stepmom to get a wrecker out there and my mom to ask my stepgrandmother to help me pay for fixing the Jeep. I don't like asking for help so blatantly like that...I felt horrible.

But Sunny, well, she did one of the amazing things that will always stick with me in my mind. She started laughing about it and talking about her stories with her cars breaking down and how this is a completely normal thing. That smile...she took me from such a dark place to bliss with a few comforting words, with a look in her eyes that told me, "It'll be all right." And I knew it would be.

We got picked up by the wrecker and rode back to my Dad's house. Sunny used her incredible people skills to hold a real, non-artificial conversation with the trucker guy on the way back. I don't know, I'm so shy around people I don't know - I think it's a really nice skill to have to be able to relate to them like that. See, I read people - I get into their heads, I know them, I pick up on the subtleties. But getting myself involved and talking to them? Not my forte'.

And that is the story of Sunny and Josh's SouthTrek, 2005.

That was an absofrickinglutely incredible shot. Duke goes on an 10-2 run to seemingly put the game out of reach with about 3 minutes left. Virginia Tech responds with 11 straight points...the last basket of which goes in with 1.6 seconds left on the clock to put them up by 1.

Duke is fscked. You do not get the ball back up to score with 1.6 seconds left. It does not happen.

McRoberts inbounds it to half-court to Sean Dockery, who turns, takes a single dribble, and lets it fly...

...and hits nothing but net. Duke wins, 77-75. On a miracle shot.

Admittedly, this was Virginia Tech we were playing, an unranked bottom-feeder ACC school. Still, a great game. But it makes me fear for Saturday when we play No. 2 Texas.

I am not having an affair with a soccer ball.

It's a volley ball, thank you very much. And it's an entirely physical arrangement, I assure you.

Rhode Island was incredible. I think I had a big dopey grin on my face for the 5 days I was there.

Random test result:

The Slow Dancer Deliberate Gentle Love Dreamer (DGLDm) Steady, reliable, and cradling her tenderly. Take a deep breath, and let it out real easy...you are The Slow Dancer. Your focus is love, not sex, and for your age, you have average experience. But you're a great, thoughtful guy, and your love life improves every year. There's also a powerful elimination process working in your favor: most Playboy types get stuck raising unwanted kids before you even begin settling down. The women left over will be hot and yours. Your ideal woman is someone intimate, intelligent, and very supportive. Your exact opposite: The Hornivore Random Brutal Sex Master While you're not exactly the life of the party, you do thrive in small groups of smart people. Your circle of friends is extra tight and it's HIGHLY likely they're just like you. You appreciate symmetry in relationships. ALWAYS AVOID: The Battleaxe CONSIDER: The Maid of Honor or The Sonnet Link: The 32-Type Dating Test by OkCupid - Free Online Dating. My profile name: Wookie500

So the dying experiment didn't really go as expected. We were trying to go with blonde streaks, but I pretty much have a head full of golden locks now. It looks ok though. Besides, with the way my hair grows, it'll just be tips by the end of the month. And I've always been a blonde with brown roots anyways. Or something.

Classes are going surprisingly well. BME154 and BME171 really suck; I kinda expected that. BUT, they're the last BME classes I need to take until I get to design electives senior year. All electrical classes from here on out. I will get through this...

As expected EE61 is going to be awesome. Mostly because I've already taken the BME equivalent of the class, which is essentially the same in every way. And did pretty well in it. So yeah, I'm crushing everyone. To top it off, my friend Vijay is my lab TA.

History and Art History...I put no effort into either class and the professors think I'm absolutely brilliant. Seriously, all I do is sit near the front of the room, offer comments when we're discussing things, and write for 30 minutes a week. And I'm going to get A/A+'s for that. Bah...humanities classes. At least I can say I've read The Bonds of Womanhood now. Strange book.

Virgina Tech football game tomorrow morning. I'm going for two reasons.
1) To see Marcus Vick
2) To see if our scoreboard can display 100 points.
We're going to be crushed. More than crushed. Smashed. Slaughtered. Beaten with a very large stick in places you don't want to be beaten. It's going to be awesome.

It's a beautiful day out. I'm going for a walk in the Gardens.

Note to Sunny: There is nothing I'd rather be doing in the time frame of 9-11 p.m. than talking to you every night. Just so you know. :)

So I have arrived back in the Gothic Wonderland, after a brief stop in Alabama. Mostly good times there, until the end when there were enough snide comments made to ruin it. Note to anyone ever planning on becoming a father: Don't say goodbye to your son by telling him that you cancelled the life insurance policy and he's not going to get a red cent when you die. It's just not cool. I don't give a damn about things like that, as he should know. If I had I would have moved in with him when I was 15 when he promised me a car for living with him. But no, what hurt was that he would have the nerve to throw a petty comment at me like that as I was packing. He's supposed to be the parent, not the thoughtless child.

Anyways, yes, I'm back at Duke. I realized I was back when I saw the guy with the bright hot pink shirt trying to pick up a girl. And succeeding. How does that work here, and only here?

I talked my way out of a parking ticket. Good times. Well, good times only because I was able to use my southern heritage (I am from the south, contrary to what people around here may think) to be charming and apologetic enough to get out of the $350 potential ticket.

Got a birthday package from Sunny. Soooooooooo awesome. I'm not used to people really doing much for my birthday, and then I saw all the stuff she sent and I was just like, "awwwwww" for the rest of the day. Just to reiterate this point: Sunny is wonderful :).

Crashed random freshmen events on East campus tonight with Matt, Alia, and Keigo. Alia's FAClets ditched her. Sadness. So we were her surrogate freshmen. We all played DDR on the quad for a while after most of the really good people left. Well, all except Matt, who would not engage in such foolishness.

Hi Sunny! Satisfied with the update? ;)