I'm just talking with Mike right now about how things were before we started dating. We've almost been together 2 years now and I think we love each other more than when we first told each other we did. It seems like the longer we're together the stronger our love for one another grows and the closer we become. I'm glad. I think that's the way things are supposed to be. The first time we officially met was in grade 10 religion class. He sat in front of me next to my friend Larissa. Thank God for her too-we never would've met if I hadn't of asked her who her seat mate was. After that it was one flirtation after another. Eventually we sat beside each other in the classes we had together and started sort of "seeing" each other. I was dating ppl at the time and so was he, but we didn't really care. We would go bowling and to Timmies and one night we went to Midnight Madness downtown. I think after that night we knew. We actually smiled so much our faces hurt and I remember how my hand ached to hold his. It was a great time! About a year later we finally made it together and here we are today...and I still love him. Thank God I have someone this wonderful in my life. :)

It's almost 3 am and I'm sitting in my bed thinking that there is something that I'm meant to do with my life. Everyone has a purpose and I'd like to know mine. I've always known that I was meant to do something greater than the mundane of everyday life but I can't figure out what that something is. Its a feeling that gnaws at me...not all the time, just when I least expect it to. It's an anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach, antsy...almost as if its saying that I'm letting my great purpose in life slip through my fingers. How am I to know when I'm doing the right thing? None of us really know I suppose. I don't want to wake up married with two kids one day when I'm 40 and wonder what happened to my great important thing. Maybe I'm supposed to write. People tell me I'm good at it, but I'm very critical of my own work. I've written approximately 3 pieces out of hundred that I can honestly say I'm proud of...but even then they still need to be fine tuned. I've always wanted to write a book. I think I'm going to make that one of my goals. I don't have the knowledge, time, or inspiration to do it now, but one day soon I will write one. It'll be a good book too, something that a lot of ppl can read and enjoy. Something that's truely original, from my own mind. I think that's one thing that will take a great weight off my shoulders once its done...but it will be something I can be truly proud of.

Just one a side note, COMPLETELY off topic...I'm about 300 pages into Diana Gabaldon's third novel in her "Outlander" series, "Voyager" and I absoloutly love it. If you haven't heard about this writer, or this series I highly suggest you pick it up to read. It isn't really a guys thing, its the type of novel any woman between the ages of 19-45 would enjoy. Its a romance, but always found in the fiction section. Its probably the most romantic story I have ever read, without it being cheesy, trashy, or lacking in strong character or plot development. On the contrary, the "Outlander" series is historical (the majority of it is set in 18th Century Scotland) containing many true characters in the political uprisings of that time as well as an acute attention to historical facts and details. But aside from that the characters in the book are developed so much so that by this third novel, when the characters cry, I cry. You almost become emotionally attached to the couple of Claire and Jamie as they come together, are torn apart, and finally come together again. They have that kind of relationship in the novel that every woman, at one point or another, hopes to have without it being predictable or cliche. Its the kind of relationship where they truly care for one another sometimes without even realizing how much so. The basic jist of the story is that in the 1940s, shortly after the ending of WWII, a field nurse named Claire goes on a 2nd honeymoon with her husband to Scotland so he can research some of his family history. While there Claire goes to one of those ancient stone circles and is somehow taken back in time to the 1740s. After being attacked, shot at, chased, and nearly raped by a man who looks identical to her husband but is actually his great great grandfather, she is abducted by Scotish Highlanders and taken to a castle somewhere in the Highlands. After spending time there she gets to like the people well enough and takes a liking to this guy Jamie whose shoulder she mended when they first met. Claire ends up being forced to marry Jamie because the English think she's a spy and want to arrest her. Claire and Jamie end up realizing that marriage isn't so bad and start having real feelings for one another...but Claire still desperately wants to get back home to her husband in the real world so Jamie gives her the choice...and thats basically where the story begins. A lot of it is centered around the different clans and their relationship to the battle at Culloden and and uprising in 1745 (this is in the 2nd book if you keep reading in the series). Anyways now that I've blabbed on and on...it is really a fantastic series. Probably one of the best I've ever read. Just a warning though, the books are lengthy (starting from 800 pages and up) but you go through them very quickly. I would probably leave reading them until the summer or spring break, when you have time to really enjoy them.

Well that's enough out of me. I should probably go to sleep or something. It's really boring without a roommate :P Lindsay went home so I'm all by my lonesome :( Night!