12 December 2001 - 12:20 a.m.

... and I thought I was over this whole "going crazy" business. Unfortunately, I was wrong. I broke down again tonight. The Slow Kids are going to think I'm pulling a typical SFA kid thing (SFA, for the 2 of you non-BU people who may read this (not that so many BU people read it either) stands for School for the Arts or Starved for Attention ... depending on who you're talking to) and crying so that I can get attention from them. This isn't the case ... I swear I don't do it so people will pay attention to me. In fact, if I could control this insane crying business, I would ... I hate to cry in front of people at all.

Anyhow, I wanted to add some people to my thankful list ... because I aside from breaking down tonight, today was stinkin' incredible.

I wanted to put Molly down again ... because I love her so much, and miss her incredibly. I haven't really gotten to spend a lot of high quality cousin time with her since before I went to Boston last fall ... which I miss terribly, but I know that she's always there when I need her to be (and even when I don't need her to be).

Mr. Forsyth ... for reading all of my papers I've written in college and telling me when I don't make sense.

A couple of the Slow Kids get special mention for being super-cool.

Bubbles ... for the baby notebook and the world's largest candy necklace (Where is this quote from ... "Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy a candy necklace and that's pretty close." Super-extra-bonus Mel points for anyone who can answer) and also for being a girl and my friend. God knows I do not have enough female friends ... and without her all of the male-ness of Slow Kids would drive me insane.

Captain ... for walking me home after every ridiculously late chamber rehearsal I had, for not being scared of me when I cry, and for not expecting me to say "yes" when he asks if I'm okay.

Dana ... for calling me Melinchka and reminding me why I love to play violin, and teaching me how to show the rest of the world that I love it.

The kids in my Ethnicity and Identity class who told me I did well on my presentation today ... it was what I needed.

Mrs. Mishler ... for teaching me how to speak in front of people like I'm talking to them, for teaching me that people don't bother trying to help you get better at something unless they think you can be great, and for letting me do a speech on linguistics before I knew I loved it.

And last, but certainly not least, is Carrie again ... for listening to me whine about boys, for telling me I can do better than what I don't want to settle for, for studying with me, for knowing what I need to hear, for everything in the whole world. I would not have made it through this week without curling up in a ball and sleeping for ever had she not been around.

That's it for now. I'm sure this list of thankfulness will continue eventually ...

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