August 24, 2002

Ring Weekend

I feel all floaty and it has nothing to do with the fact that I got my West Point class ring today. It's cool, compensation for my time and sanity. My parents are up here and it's always really great to see them. The single thing that has me floating right now is Peter. And I shouldn't cause he has a gf and all, but I can't help it, its like Chudzik says, "he's one of the greatest guys I've met."

So this should more appropriately be titled My Peter Rant

I'm trying to remember what he was like plebe year. I can vaguely remember his hair style, the fact that he was the only cool kid in my History class. But unlike my other chill friends he was smart and I dunno, I would try to sit next to him cause he always had some sort of insight. And then he disappeared, and for some reason I didn't know when he came back I was more afraid to remeet him. It wasn't even him I don't think, it was something in me.

Current Song: Sk8ter Boy

I got to CTLT still very much infatuated with Bobby and found Peter. And despite my initial weirdness towards him, I found my self draw to him. fate gave us our own rooms, which changed the atmosphere quite a bit I think. Though I'm weird and my initial thoughts when I meet a guy I get along with are, he'd make a great friend. So I spent part of the first couple weeks hoping he didn't interpret anything, thereby ruining my friendship like so my others have done before. And it was almost a source of relieve when I found out he had a gf.

It wasn't till later in the detail that I realized how much I enjoyed his company and the extent of his wonderfulness. It was kinda chick flicky in a way. On my last day I found myself getting really upset at anyone who jeopardized me saying goodbye to Peter. When I finally got to the hotel, I ran down the hall, looking at the empty cadet room between us and getting scared. He was there though and I just made all things right.

And now I'm back here and he's my Ring Weekend date, and I'm crazier about him.

Sigh I'm too tired to carry on .....



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