God, the Warehouse was crazy last night! First, these 2 guys stopped Angelina and me. She thought I knew them, but I didn't...hehe. I don't even know what they were talking about because they were half out of it, but then one of them just said to me, "Nice boobs." Yuck! Way to NOT be discrete, loser. Then this guy stopped me and asked me "Do you roll?" I knew it had to be something drug-related, so I was thinking he meant pot...but, anyway, I said, "No." But my drug-educated friends told me that he wanted to know if I did ecstacy. Ah, that's scary! And then we found out Tyrone might have to...he kept saying "leave for 4 years." I think he has to leave the area for 4 years IF the judge says he's guilty of drug-trafficing, which he's most guilty of, but Tyrone was saying they don't have enough evidence against him. God, I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't see Tyrone for 4 years! I gave him my phone number so that he can keep in touch no matter what. I hope he doesn't lose it. I hope he wins his trial! He has a good attorney, he said. Phhew. Anyway, a lot more stuff happened, but I'm not even in the mood to talk about it...hehe.

Andrew and I had an all-night, 12-hour date the other day, from 5:30-5:15. It was REALLY nice, and I didn't even get in trouble for having him over so late. But mom thought we just fell asleep. We were actually having deep, contemplative conversations, which was very nice. And we hung out a bit yesterday after school. It was nice, but we were both so exhausted that we didn't talk all that much...we just sat there and snuggled. It was kind of relaxing. I don't know when I'm supposed to see him next. Saturday I think? It's up for discussion, though, but the sooner the better, of course.

I'm going to some presentation of the Stations of the Cross at some church tomorrow night with mom and Ruth (my sister). Maybe this will deepen my faith a bit. I'm always up for that. And I like to spend time with my family.

Tonight is my AVOC (Aids Volunteers of Cincinnati) orientation. The plans are all sketchy because I had made calls, and no one called me back, so I hope I'm even supposed to be going there. But I doubt they'd turn down a volunteer. I hope I can find the place. Everyone who knows me well knows how I am with directions. But they seem okay. I hate doing things by myself, but I always feel a lot of peace and rewardingness (I'm sure THAT'S a word) afterwards.

Gosh, I have nearly NO free time lately. My classes are a lot of work. I've never craved summer vacation this badly before. Spring break was so wonderful that it got me spoiled. I wish I just had time to read for fun or, especially, to write. I hate putting my writing to the side because I almost see it as a career. But, alas, UC comes first.

Grr, I'm going to do homework now. Andrew's birthday is next Friday. I think I'll take him out to dinner...hmm...he's supposed to call me soon; we'll talk about it.

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