7.2.2002 11:48 pm

Today I finally got around to calling the Andrew's residence. I was trying to call yesterday too, but nobody picked up. But today somebody did. I think it was his dad. The conversation went something like this.

Ring ring. (Okay, no one's going to pick up again.)
"Hello?"
(HOLY CRAP) "Hi, can I talk to Andrew?"
"Andrew? He's not home right now. May I ask who's calling?" (NOT HOME?!)
"Oh, okay. Well can you tell me when he'll be back so I can call again?"
"Uh...July 20. He'll be back around July 20." (WHAT?!) "Who is this?"
"This is Colleen."
"Okay, Colleen."
"Thank you. Bye."
"Bye."

AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Just when I had all my nerve worked up! And then he goes over to another hemisphere! UGH! And then his dad will probably call him later and they'll be talking and then his dad will say, "Somebody named Colleen called." And Andrew will be like, "WHAT?!" (Grace notes: but he'll secretly be smiling inside). That Grace. If he ends up hating me, I'm going to have to have some words with Grace.

So what I guess I'm going to do for the next two and a half weeks while I wait for my love to return from overseas (this sounds like some cheesy WWII romance, doesn't it? Now all I have to do is get Faith Hill to do the theme song and I'm set) is mope around wishing I would've called sooner. See, I could've, but noooo, the telephone is just soooo scary. Yes, that is sarcasm you detect. I'm gonna start working out and drink more water. Maybe if I have something to look forward to I'll be able to succeed at those two things (big gulp of water).