I think I have consumed more bottles of tyenol in my year at the University of Alabama, than any one person should soley consume.

I am on my fourth bottle.

I am realizing that is hard, and if it wasn’t, well it just plain wouldn’t be worth it. If I died tomorrow, there are two things I would want to be remembered as: giving my life to others, and being a hard worker.

Currently I think no one could disbute my hard-working status (including the fact that I am typing this blog post in AP Style). I wish that I could work a little harder on being the person who gives her life for others.

I need something to do. I would love to do relay for life. I really want to get a team together to walk in the Tuscaloosa Relay for Life, but I apparently all my friends hate me now.

(See “…no one could disbute my hard-working status.”)

Yes, apparently all of my friends think that I hate them because I am working on my academics. I need to work hard. I need good grades. I want a good job. All of these things tie together I want something good for Robert and I after we graduate. I think that Robert and I equally need to spend time working hard on our academics so that we can be successful in the future. I also realize that I spend many hours studying in the art studio while Robert works, and Robert spends many hours in the library drawing and developing ideas while I study. This is our routine.

We wake up early in the mornings, eat a good breakfast, (hopefully go the gym), go to class, eat lunch together, go to more classes, and cook dinner and study. Yeah, that’s the great life in Tuscaloosa.

It’s just hard. It’s hard to hear that your friends think that are expendible because you need more time to study. I feel very hurt, that they couldn’t be more understanding in the fact that Ineed to work hard. I would hope that they want those things for me too.

Robert and I are almost re-discovering our love for one another. It’s great! We forgot how we useed to kiss and things like that and we are finally remembering how to be romantic and happy together. I love it!

When I was wimpering and crying earlier in the week about the things that were broken in our friendships, not only was Rob there to hug and console me, he sent a message to the source of the drama to try and fix things. For me that was huge. It was like he was saying you hurt my girlfriend, the girl I love, and me and you are through. He said something that means a lot to me that day, “It’s me and you baby. We are all each other needs”