I'm sleepy.  And you know what?  I'm tired of being sleepy!  Good heavens!  I've only been back at school for like a week.  How can I be sleepy already?  Oh wait, I know.  It's from getting like five and a half to six hours of sleep every night.  I can not live on that.  I envy all of you who can, truly I do.  I wish I didn't need more, but I do, as the last week has proved once again.  (Though you think I would have learned it by now.)

I had my first art class last night!  I think I'm going to like it.  We have like 7 projects we'll do over the semester and we're supposed to be doing 5 sketches a week, which won't be too hard, so I think I'll enjoy it.  I'm sure I'll get frustrated, but hey, that's part of learning, right?  Last night we started working on basic line skills.  (That means just working on the distinct lines of a piece and leaving out shading.  That does not mean we just draw a bunch of plain lines!)  Anyhoo, we're working on a chair-ooh, exciting.  (Okay, somewhat sarcastic.  So sue me.)  I really do think I'll like it.  And I really like my teacher, who's from Australia and has the coolest accent.

I found out yesterday that another friend of mine is going into the military.  Yeah, and I found out from someone else.  Dan is leaving on either Wednesday or Thursday, and I don't get to see him to say goodbye.  He'll be gone for about three years.  We weren't super close or anything, but it stinks just finding out and not being able to say bye the right way and wish him luck.  Plus, I just don't like the idea of all these friends going to war.  I know it's part of life, and I do very much admire them for it.  I'm so grateful!  I love our servicemen!  And I know that if God wants them to live, then I shall see them again, and if he doesn't, well, then I can just accept it knowing that it's in his will.  I know this in my head, but my heart's still taking it in.  It's kinda scary.  I don't know that I could ever be a military wife.  I wish I could.  I so admire and even envy their stregth and courage.  But I honestly don't know that I have the stregth to do it.  I don't know how many times I could say goodbye to my husband, wondering if it would be the last hug, the last kiss, the last glance.  I honestly don't know how long I could last.  But I say a prayer tonight for the women who do, and for the women who's husbands didn't come home.

I guess I'm not too chipper tonight, am I?  Sorry.  I promise I'll be better in no time.  I suppose it's just weird and kind of hard to think about.  Maybe I just shouldn't.

At least I still have much to be thankful for:   good friends; a wonderful family; great classes with amazing professors; daily lessons; being able to talk to friends and family whenever I need to (thank goodness for technology!); a fresh haircut (just a trim, but enough to feel good); my new art class!; honesty with friends that makes things even better; music; silence; prayer; love.

And with this all, Good night.

 Katy

You got a haircut!! Katy, how could you do it?! Okay, you know I am just kidding. But I have a funny feeling that you made sure to write "just a trim" in there so I wouldn't freak out. Eh, you know me too well.

Yes and by the way, call me whenever you want/need. I was very frustrated when we had to get off last night because I knew it wasn't done yet. RRhh. Okay, I love you bye.