we talked briefly. our days were good and full. she is coming up here for the play on friday. i couldn't talk for long because i have a huge test today. we talked about the test material (freud, piaget) and hung up.

i get a text message from her about thirty minutes later, "i meant to tell you good luck tomorrow. talk to you later--brooke"

i'm being made fun of often these days, but i don't even care. i'm excited...i'll be the first to admit it.