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Wednesday, August 25, 2004

The Trip To D.C. 

Sorry for the long pause...now on with the story! So that night we left for Washington D.C. The drive was soooo long. When we finally got to our hotel we all went straight to bed for a short nap. Ross, Tharp, Kristina, and I were all in one room with Stu, Shelly, Moe, and Nick in the other. Kristina and I shared a bed, and I was kind of worried about it at first, but at that time I was too tired to care, I could have shared a bed with Tharp and not cared. After our naps we went to the conference and registered and hung out. Kristina and I were inseparable. The reason being is because I was the only one who could put up with her, I just didn't know it at the time. The conference was beautimous! It was a great time, and hearing Dr. Baker lay it down on the Chibolka! The next morning Kristina's alarm went off, she got out of bed to reset it, then when she got back into bed she randomly put her arms around me! I was trying to say mabye we should get up, but when she did that I quickly said never mind and I kept quiet. It felt great, but I was scared out of my wits at the same time. I didn't want to move in too quickly and I still didn't know what she was thinking. Maybe I should have showed more affection back, but it didn't feel right to me and now I understand why. The last night of the conference at the concert we were writing notes to each other on the program, and the last thing she wrote she told me I couldn't see it. So later she hands me the program and tells me not to look at it...so good ole me doesn't look. I asked her about it later and she finally said sure. It read "Kristina Wilson loves you Ryan Francis". I was pretty stunned and I didn't know what to say about it. Later on when we were talking back in Morehead I did tell her that I loved her, and she told me she loved me too. This all took place before March. These were some great times, and they are the only good memories I have of Kristina because it's before she decided to play both Moose and me. Maybe at one time she really did care, but the past is the past.

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