On the Logan Express bus. Time: 510am

Due to my inability to stay away yesterday I'll reflect on yesterday today.

A good part of me wishes that I stayed at Bobby's house. For a new location, new people, kinda situation it was relatively I was relatively comfortable. Though this is coming from a person who is still anxious around most of her High School friends' parents.

So all I brought was sleeveless shirts and shorts and skirts. There weren't too many people in the airport bathroom as I tried to warm myself with the hand dryer. Nor did people look at me too funny when I was going around with one of my white bath towels wrapped around my shoulders like a shawl yesterday.

I told a bit of a fib today while sitting in the terminal. Some guy followed me from the news stand, maybe it was 'cause I was wearing my J-lo outfit. Well, anyways in an attempt to discourage him from anything Bobby became my boyfriend.

Plane just took off, I really hate flying . It'll only be an hour and a half and having my Bobby Mix CD makes me feel slightly better.

Eak- a little bit of turbulence, but it's died down.

I got lost going to Jey's house as I expected. Had to stop twice and asked three different groups of people. It was such a relief when I pulled out exit 24b Northboro and saw the gas station on the right.

Jey was as I imagined him, though he says he's usually better kempt. He had a goatee that was scruffy from not shaving and a shirt with some stains on it from the night before's party. He was, of course, dating an 18 year old -- still in high school -- we went and saw Sum of all Fears. Pretty good flick, though I was wearing a halter top and workout shorts so I was freezing and curled up in a little ball the whole movie.

I'm sleepy again, I'll rest

Awake again and slightly nauseous from getting up to go to the bathroom during initial descent. Plane shakes, glance out both windows. I'm not sure what comfort that's supposed to give me, but I do it anyways.

For the months of June and July it'll be my adventure, I've never been away from West Point so long.

Lodged in Best Western for 30 days. Rearranged the room for my convenience, banged my head on the closet entryway so I'm sitting here with a bag of ice on the bump, music blaring on my laptop speakers, idly watching the swirly screen saver, contemplating the effort of getting up to use the phone. My head hurts.

I never match the other cadet girls. They're so frumpy and the almost always wear jeans, even when its over eighty degrees. So I was probably a little more skimply dressed than I should have been to meet my sponsor. He's a company commander for medical logistics that's about 3 inches shorter than me (or maybe it was my platform sandals). Seems cool enough, isn't going to have me working, rather touring.

I was sitting the in conference room when I felt someone looking at me. Curious, I looked down my table and saw someone who looked sorta familiar. I sized him up and found the last couple letters of his name to match up with my suspicions. The guy across from me said his nametape said something like "Hartley." Flashbacks to second semester plebe year PL Whatley, the one who wanted to separate me. "He looks familiar, a bad familiar, push him out of a moving vehicle bad, push him out of a moving vehicle and back up to run him over bad." I was of course right and promptly spazed out when he came to talk to me, ugh.