  i'm sooooo glad everything is ok for u. glad it worked out, it would have been horrible if it hadn't. but it has, and everything is better. this has been very healthy. i am so glad for both of u. u guys are both really really awesome friends, and if i didn't have you, (or if ur phones were off AND busy *cough*) then i wouldn't know what to do.
love you guys soooooo much. oh but guess what......the newsletter is finished. *whew* thank goodness. i got to skip half of the theatrical day, but i'm sure barbara is pissed off now bc 1) we barely did anything this morning and 2) we were gonna to an actual puppet show in the afternoon and i'm sure she wouldn't want to screw with "mr sun and mr sea".
jeez. on the bright side, josh's parents found out about us. they are still rather civil to me, especially his dad, but they give him such a hard time about my being a goy. on the even brighter side, my parents are suspecting as hell bc apparently eleanor called when i was gone and guess where i was? not at home. maybe she isn't either, bc she didn't come to the zoo today *cough* but anyway i said i walked around meyerland myself but that's a little bit unbelievable bc i was gone for two hours. they kept bugging me about if i was really by myself but i think they are just going to block out hte possibility that i was bc then they were just like "go call claire". speaking of which...... claire from TPP wants to interview me for the cardinal camp issue. *SCORE* i rock.
lol. it's actually been a good day. didn't do anything this morning, was in my forte in the afternoon (not really, apparently unedited, unrevised jane writing sucks monkey balls, even zuhair's mom said it was pathetic, and all my articles were "finalized" by lauren and yusra), and i cried when it finally came outa hte printer. i was about to murder zuhair though bc he wanted to keep moving the pics, and stuff like that. *ahhh* co-editorship. non-theatricalness. the shizziness continues. so when i got home, i saw josh's dad on the street.
weird glances exchanged. when i got to my room, my dad asked me if i was going to sleep and eat. i said no to the sleeping, but i did eat just a little bit. two bottles of water drunk today...i am proud of myself. the restlessness continues until 6. and he calls. and he is depressed. now i am worried. i run over and find he is still depressed. so i am the optimist in this relationship. it's alright. he came out of it alright. but then again i have been not myself lately.
not as "gregarious" as i usually am. must drink more coffee...must eat more....must sleep more. all happening. next week? hmm prolly not. haha jk jk....of course it's happening. *shifts eyes* love all you guys, the frisky one 
