skelettique

I've decided that I'm bored with this account and created a new one.
I'll be posting there from now on.

Tomorrow is my Comparative Politics final. I think I'm screwed in the sense that I only went to half the lectures, the professional has an incomprehensible Icelandic accent, my TA has some Eastern European accent (although much easier to understand, she talked to so fast I couldn't catch a word that came out of her mouth), I didn't go to half the lectures since they were located off-campus, and, overall, I just don't give a shit about Comparative Politics.
Oh well, I should get at least a B on the final considering that's what I got on the midterm. Plus I did all the assignments...
I was hoping to make Dean's List this quarter, and I'm pretty sure I'll have the GPA for that, but you are required to have at least a B in all your classes and I'm probably going to end up with a B- or a C+ in this class. So there goes that... I guess there's always next quarter. And next quarter I'm actually taking classes I think I'll like (Twentieth Century World History, English, Gender & Sexuality, and Introduction to Acting) so I should get better grades than this quarter.

In other news, my boyfriend is coming to visit me for Christmas! He'll be here next Saturday and he's staying for ten to sixteen days (we haven't really decided yet, lol). I'm utterly ecstatic. I haven't seen him in over three months. Plus there's a slight possibility that this might be our last visit before his final leave before deployment. :/

Wow, it's been more than a month since I've posted last. My life has been so hectic that I haven't even had the time to update.
Where to begin?

I'm almost done with my first quarter of college. Only three more weeks of classes and then one week of finals and then I have almost a month off for Christmas break. The classes aren't as hard as I thought they'd be. I've gotten used to studying for hours upon hours and writing four-page papers over a single weekend.

Being in a sorority is even better than I thought it could be. I seriously spend every day with at least one of my sisters. It's amazing. :)

Of course, onto the boyfriend. Being an army girlfriend is harder than I ever thought it could be. Thanksgiving is next week and we're not sure if he's going to be able to come home, which is really depressing because we assumed that he would be able to get leave. In all likelihood, I probably won't be able to see him until Christmastime.
I don't know what I'm going to do with myself if, well, when, he gets deployed. Since he's still stationed in the US, we talk either on the phone or on Skype multiple times a day and I find it hard to go even a simple four or five days with limited communication when he's in the field training.
I have a sorority sister whose fiancee is in the Marines and he's in Afghanistan right now (where my boyfriend would most likely go) and she gets to talk to him once every other week or so for about five minutes. She said that she's even gone almost two months without talking to him. I don't know if I can stand that. Hearing Mike's voice is what gets me up in the mornings and keeps me going throughout the day. I don't know if I can go months at a time without any kind of communication.
Apparently, when he gets deployed, I'll take on the adage, "No news is good news."
I just don't know if I can handle.


Well, I guess that's my life as of late. Not very exciting when I think about it. :/

This has been the craziest week.

I'm officially a pledge in a sorority.  I'm partying my ass off.  (I'm soooo not going to my Comparative Politics lecture today.)  I now have 70+ new sisters.  I'M A KAPPA KAPPA GAMMA!

I just can't do anything right anymore.

I went to a party on Friday night after seeing Kid Cudi and got completely trashed.  I didn't mean to.  I started out just having one shot.  And then I had a beer.  But then I played beer pong.  And then Kris convinced me to have about three more shots.  And then I had some more beer.  And maybe another shot, I don't quite remember.  All I know is that by the end of the night I was puking in this dude's backyard and my friend Jonny had to hold back my hair and rub my back and get me water.  I passed out in the grass until he took my friends and I home and he, Frances and Robby had to walk me back up to my dorm and Frances helped me take off my clothes and get into bed because I could barely stand up.

And all Mike and I do is fight.  He's mad because I went to a party where there were guys and got drunk.  I'm mad because I think he's overreacting.
It seems like we don't ever talk anymore because I'm so busy.  I try to make time for him, really, I do.  There's just so much going on that it's hard to sit down and have a phone conversation with someone for more than fifteen minutes.
He keeps saying that things will get better, and I try to believe him, but I'm skeptical.  I mean, this is my first week at college, classes have barely started and I'm already this busy.  It's going to get even more hectic further into the school year.
I guess I just have to be optimistic about this.  I want this relationship to work out more than anything, even if it does mean sacrificing my social life.

I've been at college a grand total of three days and I love it.  I've spent this week chilling with friends from summer orientation, meeting new friends, making inappropriate jokes, eating too much food, staying up late, quoting I Love You Man, cruising around Riverside, and having a hoot and a half.
However, I can't help but feel bad.  I haven't talked to my boyfriend for more than five minutes at a time all weekend.  Every time I call him, he's working and every time he calls me I'm at some event or my roommate is asleep.  And when we do talk it seems as though all we do is argue.  It's really frustrating because I don't know what to do.  I want to go out and enjoy myself while I'm at school, but I don't want to feel like I'm neglecting him.  I'm torn.  And, of course, I'm surrounding my guys here.   A lot of my friends are guys, which doesn't exactly make Mike happy, I know.  And I'm trying to make girl friends, but it's hard; I've just always been friends with more guys than girls.  I guess I just feel bad because I'm spending all this time with guys other than my boyfriend, even though he's all I can think about.
I hope this is just a phase.  I hope I can learn to adjust.
I know that things are going to get a lot more hectic once classes start on Thursday, but I'm praying that this relationship won't get harder than it already is.  Right now, it seems as though he's the only one keeping me going and I don't think I could stand to lose him.


(Sorry this entry is such a bummer.  My first college post and all I do is complain about how I don't get to talk to my boyfriend.  Oh well.)

Today is my last day home.  Tomorrow, college life begins.  :)
I'm pretty damn excited.

I never imagined how hard this was going to be, being in a long distance relationship.  I never thought that I could miss someone so much.  I never knew how much a thirty-second phone call could mean to me.  The words "I'm okay" have come to have such significance in my life.
I've cried everyday since I saw him last.  Everything reminds me of him, everything.  Every Army commercial on tv, anytime I see another man in uniform, every time I drive down the block and past the recruitment office.  Even the little things bring a flood of emotions: watching UFC (he was a wrestler), eating pizza (we ate pizza the last time he was here), seeing roses (he sent me roses).  Hell, I'm crying even as I write this.
Everyday I love him more and more.  And just when I think that my heart can't hold anymore love, I love him a little more.
As much as this hurts, this is the best thing that has ever happened to me.  I can't even begin to think about what my life would be like without him in it.  Four years is a long time, but that's how long I'm willing to wait for him to get out of the Army and finally come back home for good so we can start our life together.

Mike came to visit me this past weekend.
All I can say is that it was definitely the best weekend of my life.
I never thought that I could love someone so much.

Things are just, I don't know, weird lately.
Firstly, while my grandma was out here in California visiting the family, she got a voicemail from my grandpa back in North Carolina stating that he had moved out while she was gone and that she "needed to find someone else to pick her up from airport."  Upon arriving home, she found all of his stuff gone; furniture, tools, electronics, pictures off the walls, everything.  The entire family is in a state of shock.  No one has been able to get ahold of my grandpa; my grandma has tried calling him and he won't answer; neither his mom or his brothers have been able to talk to him.  No one knows where he is, where he's living or what he's doing.
So my grandma's going to try to sell her house in North Carolina and move back to California, which I guess makes me happy since I miss her so much.  But I just am so heartbroken for her.  She loved my grandpa so much; she gave up her entire life in California to move all the way across the country to be with him and he treats her like this?  It's very upsetting.
And to top it all of, my stepmom is just being all weird.  We had a really good chat the other night and I thought that everything would be okay after that, but she hasn't stayed at our house for four nights and for two days straight she wouldn't answer her phone.  I know that she and my dad are having problems (which, to tell the truth, doesn't really bother me), but I don't want it to affect our relationship.

Things really just aren't working out for now.
Hopefully things will get better when Mike comes out to visit me.  Only ten days left of waiting.  :)