Patience is not my forte. Right at this very moment I am sitting here waiting for about 3/4 of the girls swimming coaches to call me back so I can do my preview. The preview that is due on Thursday, that I just started today. I am such a procrastinator, just ask any of my high school English teachers or college room mates. Especially the room mates who witnessed the many nights up until 6 a.m. writing a paper due the next day, sleeping for 2-3 hours, printing the paper out and then high-tailing it across Shippensburg (granted that isn't very far) to class to hand the paper in. You know what though, my best work was done at the last minute. Guess that is why I like writing for the paper.

Had a good trip up north. Got way too wasted Thursday night out in Manhattan with Dave and Peg. They just kept buying me drinks and I just kept on drinking them. Apparently I made some phone calls that night too, only I don't remember 1/2 the conversations and that worries me a little bit. Like I said before, too much alcohol makes me lose my inhibitions in a big way. Good or bad thing, you decide. OH MY GOSH, I saw Tom Cruise while we were walking to dinner. God is he hot. Peg thought he was with another man, I was under the impression the person with him was Penelope Cruz (lucky girl). Who knows.

The driving went pretty well. I thought I handled myself very well in New York and Mass. especially considering I managed to cut off a cabbie while going over the Triborough Bridge (go me!) and crossed 3 lanes of traffice with out a turn signal while trying to make my exit into Salem. Yeah, I'm just that good. Of course, I got a little paranoid on the last leg making my way into Hoboken and had to have Leslie talk me in, but that doesn't need to be spread around.

It was good to see all of my friends and just hang out for once in my life. No worries for a couple of days. Sigh, I soooo didn't want to come back on Sunday. Yaz and Leslie almost had me talked into staying an extra day but being the good little girl I am, I came home. Blah. If anything I have just been reminded how completely blah this place is and how much I need to move away from here. A constant complaint, I know, but it just got driven home a little more the past couple of days.

My dad is home again. While I was navigating the Cross Bronx Expressway Sunday afternoon, my sister called my cell phone (it's illegal to hold your phone to your ear in N.Y.C. mind you) to tell me that dad was back and he no longer will talk to that other woman. Even better, the other woman called my mom that morning to ask for her forgiveness. Weird. I guess if everything is back to normal though...Who knows. One thing I do know is that I plan on being far away from here this New Years Eve so I won't have to deal with anything that may happen. Far, Far away. Les, I may be coming up!

That's about it. I'm going to check email and waste some more time until all of the coaches decide to try and call me at the same time. Sigh, they all know and it's a conspiracy, I swear.

Until we meet again...