I got to talk on a phone for hours

Sometimes you just need to talk.

I got home from school today shortly after 2 pm. Of course I had big intentions of either studying for my social psych test that I need to take either tomorrow or Monday, or possibly cleaning my bedroom. The laundry just seems to form piles all over the floor and then I don’t know what is clean and what is dirty. I think it is safe to say that the folded stuff in my laundry basket is probably clean. The slowly growing pile around it is probably dirty.

Anyway, I got home, was starving. Cooked myself some lunch or dinner and sit down and watch Passions. I just want Sheridan and Louis to find each other again. Is that too much for a girl to ask?

The phone rings at about a quarter to 4. What a nice surprise…it is Anthony. He is a fun guy to talk to. I have never ever spent so much time on the phone with a person that I had never talked to before. I was still on the phone with him when my cell phone rang. I am expecting my mom calling to tell me that someone else in Lander just died. It was wonderful Pat. I felt so bad asking him if he could call me back in 10 minutes, but I also would have felt bad if I all of a sudden told the person I had been on the phone with for nearly 2 hours that I had to go even though we were in the middle of a conversation.

I finished talking to Anthony and Pat called back. It was so good talking to him again. It was so good to just be able to talk to someone. Something that sort of resembled a two sided conversation. I am still sure that I probably did most of the talking. But I was actually being asked questions and having to think of things to say in reply. When I get on the phone with Nathan I just ramble about anything and everything. I ask questions and get answers of very few words. He asks how I am doing, what I did today and then the rest of the conversation is let to me.

The last time I called him I went into great detail of the story of my new favorite bracelet. It is a bright pink rubber band that I found in the cafeteria. When I saw it I ran right over picked it up and put it on my wrist as if that is exactly were stray rubber bands go. As I slid the brightly colored piece of rubber onto my wrist I thought, if Nathan saw this right now he would snap it and see if he could hurt me. Then if I said ouch and made the silly little pouty face he would say he was sorry and kiss it better. Even though he new it wasn’t really hurt.

I miss all that crazy stuff we used to do together back in Wyoming. I miss him. I can’t believe he will be leaving in less than a month.