I accidentally closed the window while writing yesterday's entry, but the gist of it was that I absolutely loved my classes and my professors. I am ENCHANTED with my professors. I just hope my enthusiasm stays strong all semester. I am flying pretty high right now. I am guessing that (at least for now) I am hypomanic rather than manic because it is a pretty cushy, nice, happy little bunnies dancing type high and not a spinning-off-the-handle sort of one. This could change pretty fast though.

In other news, I am planning on going to Oklahoma to see my redneck Uncle Phil at the end of October!!! YAY! I am so excited. Although it will kind of suck because I am driving out with my MUCHO CONSERVATIVE uncle who doesn't know I smoke cigarettes. So I am thinking I had better quit before then. My Uncle Phil sent me an email yesterday asking me how I feel about drinking large amounts of alcohol and "other activities". When I told him I smoke pot, he emailed me back saying that maybe we could sneak off and burn one. How AWESOME is that? Smoking with my damn uncle. Hoooohaaa!

Also, I am really worried about my mom. She has been sick for a couple of weeks, sort of like a flu-type virus thing. She went to the doctors yesterday and she was really Anemic, and apparently the doctor decided she might have a bleeding ulcer. Today, she got a "scope" (I don't know the technical term for it) and whalaa....no ulcer. So tomorrow she is going back for more testing. It would be one thing for her to just be Anemic, but my main concern is this: I am afraid that her cancer might be back. Or WORSE. If I were to lose my mother at this point in my life I would probably not be able to go on living. So I am really scared. But she is a pretty strong woman and a strong fighter, so I am trying not to worry too much right now. It could be something very trivial. I am just very anxious to find out because I don't want to have bad thoughts in the back of my mind.

I am starting to go through sex withdrawal. Well, mostly snuggling withdrawal I guess. It has been awhile since I have done either. When you are used to that stuff daily its really weird. I think I am going to need to find a "special friend" sooner or later. I am definitely not ready for another relationship.

Yeearrrgggh its almost 11 and I have to get up at like 6. I have to read a bunch of discouragingly long chapters and prepare for class tomorrow at 8. I still want to talk some on AIM before bed and I stilll have to catch up on TV. I don't know how I am going to do this all semester long... tee hee :)