I had a great weekend. Tory came down to visit me. I had been preparing for her visit since the Friday before. I had soo much homework to get done and did it all. Now the weekend is over and I have my final paper to write for Int. Studies which is going to be rough. Also I have a ton of accounting to get done. That class makes me nervous. Anyway back to the weekend. I am in love with Tory. She is without a doubt the greatest girl I have ever known. She in now my girlfriend. It still hasn’t sunk in yet. I’ve been single for so long so I’m still waiting for the big emotions to hit. The weekend went by too fast. On Thursday night we went to BW3’s on campus and met up with Glenda and Tate. Then we went to Zigs.
I ran into Laurel there and I went to do the right thing and say Hi but she kinda blew me off. I caught her looking at me though and when we left she and another girl were with all over this one guy. I didn’t even recognize her there. I just walked right on by. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. Besides I’m happy now and she can’t give me anymore complexes. Tory is incredible. I feel kinda weird from the weekend seeing as I got out of my study and workout mode and did nothing but drink. Friday night we went to Byrne’s pub but I didn’t know anyone so we went to campus. Nothing was happening there either so we went to Shooters and had a blast. Saturday was Gail’s wedding and that was so much fun. We got a little drunk at the reception then went to Bw3’s on Bethel and met up with Glenda and her relatives there. We also saw two movies this weekend, “Cruel Intentions” which was awesome and “200 cigarettes” which sucked. I miss Tory so much already. It’s going to be a challenge for me when she goes to Florida to see her ex. I know she would do nothing to hurt me but she told me before we became “official” that hooking up with him was inevitable. I don’t think that’s the case anymore but it still makes me nervous since I haven’t fallen for a girl like this since Nyla. I am afraid of getting hurt. I love her so much.
