September 2nd, 2003

Candle in the Wind

Fly this girl as high as you can into the wild blue

I continue to love my dorm floor. A lot. I'm really hoping I get Governor, even though I probably won't...but here's to dreaming. :-\

People I was meeting before are actually becoming friends now. Which rocks. A lot.

Class today wasn't too bad. I'm one of the youngest in both French and Communication. French seems really's all stuff I've learned already. And Communication? A bitch of a course with a lot of reading and presentations. And our "teacher" is an AI named Ali. No, not artificial intelligence, but rather Associate Instructor. Meh, I'm sure it will be fine.

It rained a lot today. I had to borrow an umbrella for French, then went to the Bookstore to buy one for myself. I got very wet.

Talked to Lela tonight for about an hour after others ditched to go to bed. And I have class at 9:30, so I really have to get some sleep. Silly history class.
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Candle in the Wind

And I'll to anything you ever dreamed to be complete

I got a message that my mom had called. I sent her an email to tell her how the first day went, but that was before I realized that despite having class on Labor Day, SHE didn't have work, so she didn't receive email.

So she left a voice mail and when I called back she was gone. So I got to talk to Daddy. And I can tell that he misses me a lot. And I really miss him too. I knew he would...on move in day he made a couple comments about how he trusts my judgment and sense of direction and memory more than my mothers, and he would say "what am I going to do without you around?" And that's what I thought every time I imagined a divorce and having to solely live with my mother. What would I do without him? If nothing else, we are buffers for each other. One on one time with Mommy is never easy.

I guess it was sort of destined though. The name "Gail" (derived from "Abigail") means "Father's joy" and I always have been "daddy's little girl." So it was nice that I got to talk to him and tell him how things were going. Because I usually only get Mama. I almost feel guilty because when I say "I love you" to my mother at the end of conversations, it never feels sincere. But when I said "I miss you too," I thought I might cry because it felt so truthful. I miss my Daddy.
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