I’m so tired and over-worked; yet I don’t feel like I really did anything at all. Wierd.
University is becoming so much work, but I enjoy it and it’s really what I want to do. I saw my Ex last night and was telling him about how much I enjoy it and I noticed that I really do.
It’s not just the course work, it’s also being away from this university here and the people and social groups they had. It’s so nice to be able to start fresh. *happy*

Sometimes I feel like a bit of a failure though, two years of Business down the drain to start Law, I don’t know. Everyone is moving on to getting their Bachelor now, everyone I had started university with and had been friends with, and I’m back in square one. Oh well, maybe I needed those two years to settle down and become an adult. A lot of people said that 18 is young to start university, maybe it is and I should have taken off a year. *shrug*

Reading Jennie’s post reminded me that I have new pictures of my Arab in the states, when my parents went to visit two weeks ago. He’s becoming old, poor boy; but I hear he is doing well.

Darzy.

Joey, the Half-Arabian Half-Tennessee Walker Gelding I trained when he was still a three-year old crazy stallion. He’s so short, but such a cutie.

Makes me miss the states more and more, I really need to go over there during the summer, I want to celebrate my 21st birthday there. I had taken my four best friends in 2004, when we had graduated, and we want to do a reunion for my birthday, which should be a lot of fun and drinking.

<3 University calls.

Gah, I finally got this damn thing set up. Php and whatnot are not my strong point. I can’t get the damn thing to align properly, but I’m going to ignore it and up it aligns it’s damn self all on it’s own. Poop.

I had a long, but fun night yesterday. I had met a guy two weeks back in a town about 20 minutes from here, Breda; where my best friend is studying. We had been eating French Fries and his friends popped up and stood around us talking to us. He came up and was the DD of the evening, so he had no drinks and really just wanted to go home, poor thing.
Anyway, my friend and his friends were arguing about who’s french fries were better, or something to that effect, and i overheard him saying he is driving to my city, Tilburg; tonight.
Now see, this is where I have to note that I am way to careless when I’m drunk and especially with men, am very trusting and world-of-bunnies-and-flowers happy.
Long story short, he took me along in the car with 3 other military guys, and I had a blast and got home in one piece.

Now we met yesterday for a beer or two (or ten) and had a really good time, he was nice and the conversation was a little more interesting than the general “ey, whats up, blah blah, alcohol, blah blah” you have with the students around here. However, he wouldn’t tell me how old he was. I’ve deducted; with my super mind powers; that he must be aroud 27 or 28, as he is done with university and has been in the military for at least 2 years, I think.
I’m just wondering why the hell he won’t just tell me straight up?! I mean ok sure, 7 years difference in age to me is kind of a lot, but it’s not like I would get up and out of there when he tells me.

Well, he is taking me out next Wednesday latest, when I get to go on Base and look at all the flight practices they are doing there. I’m really excited, as I really enjoy looking at military aircraft, especially after I’ve been involved with civilian all my life, and I can’t wait for him to show me around.

I guess I’m just not sure what I’m getting myself into, maybe because my life here was always centered around Lukas and now I’m starting something new. Then again, he is dating my ex-best friend now, so what the hell, no need to dwell on that!

<3; Yiecks, this turned out longer than I thought; sorry and my congrats to anyone who read it; hihi.