  I woke up this morning to snow. Goddman snow . And I won't be gone until April. Is it any wonder that I hate Spokane? Last year at this time, I was in love. I should rephrase. I thought I was in love. I was in the realm of unrequited adoration.
Cody is a Junior this year. I fell for him when he played the role of "Nazi Youth" in our play. I have been thinking about it lately because Robin and I have been talking so much about finding some boys for us to fall in love with. My 2002 edition on my diary (back when I was still and pen and paper girl) is filled with things like this: "So we talk. And we're looking into each other's eyes the entire time. No one does that. We talk ideals-- foreign policy, hypocrites, freedom, Canadians-- and it's like a movie.
Like, God, he's really listening to me. Really listening, too. " Basically, we never went beyond hugs and good conversation. I could absolutely kick myself. I suck because I can never make the first move. I'm too busy trying to figure out what he's thinking, what anyone is thinking. I'm trying too hard to remember every word of everything he, anyone, says. And while I'm thinking, while I'm committing words to memory, I forget that I'm actually there .
It starts to seem like I'm watching myself from another room. But my point, The Point, is that I am a woman on a mission. Starting today, I am actively seeking a boyfriend. Not a date. Not a makeout buddy. Someone to fall for. Watch out. Affectionately... Anna 
