Well my first class of today got out early, and I came back to the apartment to look for my wallet. I found it almost immediately which made me feel really stupid in the first place. *sigh* At least I have it now and I have a few minutes to kill before chapel.

Yesterday was the first day of classes. I only have one on Tuesdays: Art History. It should be… well the same as last semester’s art history class. I also ran some errands and talked to my advisor about my senior show. More about that later… I have a lot of thinking to do…

So I’m getting back into the swing of things. I think I finished unpacking yesterday, although I have quite a bit of organizing to do and I still need to find a place for Zeke, who seems perfectly content for the time being in his fish bowl (judging by the amount of bubbles on the surface of the water). I have had some wonderful talks with people (Zay, Meghan, Joanna, Briana, among others) which makes me feel better about being here and made me realize that I do have friends who care about me. I just hope I can get beyond this soon, so I don’t continually talk about it.

I talked to Paul last night. It was unexpected, but he came online, and I asked him if he wanted to talk and he said yes. The conversation was stilted at first, but he seemed to be positive about the struggles he’s facing in his life, but that could be just a face – I don’t know anymore. It’s hard, I don’t know what to think because I’m scared to hope. I’ve realized that this past week I have lost my trust for him although I still feel so strongly for him, figure that one out. I was wary when he IMed me last night; I was scared he was going to hurt me more although I don’t know what possibly could be worse unless he had found another girl or something.

Life is a funn thing sometimes. I would say more, as I try to figure out how I feel and how I should react to this whole situation. However, chapel starts in 10 minutes so I should get going.