well, it's Sunday evening and it has been the first time I've been able to find some time to write something. This weekend has rocked hard except for the itch in the back of my mind that kept telling me I should start on my research paper that's due tomorrow (monday).

My mind still itches.

Friday night was the Campus Crusade Formal, and the short time I spent on a riverboat in Jacksonville, caused me to want to drop out of school, become a bum, chill some place by the water and develop and alcohol problem because that's what bums do. It started off with a rushed dinner cooked by Mikey the Italian and his errand boy Brammy. When all the guys were ready and Chris was without his pants and had already gone to go pick them up with Brad, we went across the In the Pines Apartment complex to pick up the girls. I don't think girls will ever know what it's like to go pick up a girl and what goes through a guy's head when he sees a girl with her make-up on, hair done with a beautiful dress on.

Despite a rushed dinner, the evening started off slowly. On the car ride to Jacksonville, I spent the time driving Meghan, Jason, Anne and Chris in Meghan's Jeep and thinking about how I wasn't happy with having the beautiful girl next to me as nothing more than a friend. This feeling of discontenment made me feel worse. I ended up getting mad at my brother and getting a rub on the back from Meghan to let me know that she saw that I was in a bad mood and was trying to cheer me up. I'm not sure if that was what made me feel better but I do know that by the time we parked the car and were making our way to the riverboat, I was in much better spirits.

The night was a progression of a feeling of unsatisfaction with Meghan, to a feeling of deep contentment by the end of the night. I danced by myself, I danced with Jason and accomplished putting a hole in a roof tile. This was a little embarrassing but I was easily able to file this in the back of my mind during the times where I slow danced with Meghan. At the end of the night as the boat was almost to port I was able to sit out on the front of the boat and talk with Meghan. No kissing, no hugging, no holding hands. Just two friends hanging out and talking. I feel that all the times I just squandered making out with Meghan, I missed the opportunity to talk with her. Who would have thought that talking would be more fulfilling than making out...

not me.