10:26 pm - Wednesday, Jul. 02, 2003
Olympics coming home, and my brother leaving for acadia (maybe?)
It'll be a short one, because I'm trying to get to bed around 10:30. I'm exhausted today, and no matter how much sunscreen I put on, my shoulders are still burned. That being said... it was a really fantastic day for two reasons. And work had nothing to do with it. First of all (and so very important to me) the Olympics are being held in Vancouver and Whistler in 2010!! My home!! I can't wait. I know that it's 7 years, but I just feel so proud to be canadian and to be from such a gorgeous city (and previously from Calgary.... cowgirl pride!). The second reason is that after months of fret and anger and worry, my brother was accepted to Acadia University for their school of business. Honestly, none of us thought that he was going to pull that one off. And he's still not sure if he wants to go. I know that his heart is always going to be in computers, and he also got accepted into a Graphic Design program at Cap College...which is less money and something that he likes better. So I support him either way. Obviously, my mom is thrilled beyond belief. And I am too.
I talked to Marcus for not long enough tonight. I miss him so much, I get a little lump in the back of my throat just thinking about it. I feel like that is so stupid of me to be complaining about something so.. so small... when there are people and couples that have to endure far worse. but to me - it's my whole life right now. The purple marker countdown on my wall. It's been 5 and a half weeks, and there are 2 more left. And when I think about it... it's 7 and a half weeks. That's almost a whole summer (in grade school anyway). I miss him in 100 different ways, and I feel like I am on autopilot until we get to be together again. Just going through the motions and getting through my days, but none of it meaning too much until it's all over. It hasn't been the greatest. But thankfully I'm working so many hours lately that I have nothing else to do but sleep. No time to sit and be lonely anyway... but I miss him when we talk. I miss him the most then. Because that's when I can hear the tenderness in his voice.... hear him, and see him in my head and wish so badly that I could just rewind all of this shit. I dunno. I need sleep. I tossed and turned last night until 5 in the morning, and was up at 7:15 for work. I can barely walk in a straight line. Hopefully, tomorrow goes quickly and I can cross off one more day of my countdown. Then, only 15 days to go.
