Oh my gee

Do you ever give advice to someone, completely not knowing that you need it more than they could ever appreciate? Yeh, me too.
I just (kind of) gave advice (by commenting her blog) to my friend (this is a shout out to you, if you ever read this).
She was saying how she's barely scared that her boyfriend is going to find a new girl when she goes off to school. Then, she said how she was much more afraid that she would meet a boy because she'll be in a new place with new boys.
Here's what I said:

you want long distance? try 3,078 miles (give or take, ya know).
and don't worry about the glorious prospect of new boys... I was completely single out in Idaho, surrounded by a basquillion guys who should have been perfect for me (and plenty who definitely were not) and I only had one guy on my mind the entire time, fully intending on coming back to good ol' pennsyltucky and being with that boy.

So, I see now in reading this again that I sound kind of cocky. But as I sat thinking about what I told her, I realized that I needed that most.


Another thing...
I'm listening to a CD that I asked Ivan (another shout out) for. There's a song on it that George wanted me to listen to forever ago, way before he left. Well, I finally got around to asking for it. The one song is about how this kid is dreading the end of summer because he has to leave or something (for his mission, presumably) and he has to leave his girl behind and doesn't want to say goodbye.
That got me to thinking... George and I dreaded the exact same thing because he left in August. We tried to savor each tiny, silly, dramatic, unusual, or average moment we had together. Then, BAM! it pops in my head: Duh, silly girl! Now, instead of dreading the end of summer, instead of it going so gosh darn fast, you should be so excited for it to get here! That means he'll be home in a year! And then NEXT summer!! My golly! He'll be home in no time!"

I'm such a wishful thinker. Do you think summer will go fast? Heck no. It's not like I'm going to be a high school student who has all summer to have fun and is then obligated to go back to school, forcing the summer to fly by. PSSSSSHH. I wish.

But it's not even spring yet. I don't know why I'm worrying about this now.
I guess I need something to worry about.