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I haven't updated in a few days.
Wednesday: John Drewnainy went out drinking at 616, had two pitchers, sang karaoke, ended up at Park Place, had one drink then passed out. We had big hangovers and lunch at AIX the next day.
Thursday: Went to dinner with Father, then to Thee Imperial. I had a bad headache from Wednesday and left really early. Father gave me some very cool stuff after dinner.
Friday: Lee and I went to Amy and Chris' for a while, then though there was a lightening storm. We went to John Drewnainy's, where some other people met-up too and went to Crush. I had some champagne and coffee with them then went home, but it was fun.
Saturday: I went out on Orlando's boat with Carson. We had a great time, then we had a long talk, according to people on the boat, we were in there for two hours. Laughed. Cried. Admitted undying love. Then we swam without drowning. He, his friend Deanna, and I went to Bonefish for dinner. John waited on us and was really good to us even though we were basically blacked-out and spilling wine. He said we were fine, and we probably were, but I felt really sloppy. Carson and I slept at Orlando's.
Sunday: Very early we left Orlando's. He went to work at the tennis courts and I went home and had weird dreams. We met for lunch at La Nopalera. I told him afterward that because I care about him, we can't do what we talked about the day before. I know that that is what is right, but when he eventually agreed with me, I felt pretty bad. I went to Amy and Chris' for a while. I went home, got into a fight with my mom, mainly because I was hungover, exhausted and sad. Then I bawled to her for an hour about how scared I am about moving. We went to dinner, then I went to Tom and Jenny's. It was fun, I wanted to be around everyone, but I felt pretty crappy on the inside. It would have been worse to be alone, but being there just made me prematurely nostalgic for everyone. I love Carson as a person, but we've never been close. I think he helped me put a face on my feelings for everyone that I have been close to, because it was easier with him. If that makes any sense. Basically -- if I have been on a three-day crying jag about him, what happens when I have to say good-bye to the real relationships in my life?
Monday: I woke up, cleaned my house, went on a crying jag, made Carson a cd, went to lunch with my mom, Jess and Josh, then went to Father's. I was at Father's for about 5 hours. It was fun. For a long time it was just me and him, then others. The usuals; Eleni, Jimmy, my cousin Maria, etc., came over and we ate and drank. Good times. Then I went to Nicole's. It was just her, Kari and me for a while, but Chris Thom, Drew, and some beach people showed up then left pretty quickly. Suddenly, Last Summer had been Tivoed and we saw some of it (Sharon, if you haven't seen it, I want to watch it with you one day.) before we walked down to see fireworks. It was rainy, but the fireworks were good.
I ended up going to the Sea Turtle Inn and meeting Adam, Elise, Jenn W., Sarah C. and some other people who had a room there. We went swimming around midnite. It was actually a lot of fun. It was good being around people who I like and talk to things about, but am not so attached to.
Today, Josh and I are driving to Atlanta to see Janet. Things never hit me until they happen. I have been excited that I get to spend a lot of time with them, but this morning I realized that going up there is perfect. I'm so excited. After such an over-dramatic weekend, this will be great. Now that the hard part of moving is starting to come to the surface, it'll be good to be reminded that there is a world outside of my hometown.
Everything is over-dramatic.
Wednesday: John Drewnainy went out drinking at 616, had two pitchers, sang karaoke, ended up at Park Place, had one drink then passed out. We had big hangovers and lunch at AIX the next day.
Thursday: Went to dinner with Father, then to Thee Imperial. I had a bad headache from Wednesday and left really early. Father gave me some very cool stuff after dinner.
Friday: Lee and I went to Amy and Chris' for a while, then though there was a lightening storm. We went to John Drewnainy's, where some other people met-up too and went to Crush. I had some champagne and coffee with them then went home, but it was fun.
Saturday: I went out on Orlando's boat with Carson. We had a great time, then we had a long talk, according to people on the boat, we were in there for two hours. Laughed. Cried. Admitted undying love. Then we swam without drowning. He, his friend Deanna, and I went to Bonefish for dinner. John waited on us and was really good to us even though we were basically blacked-out and spilling wine. He said we were fine, and we probably were, but I felt really sloppy. Carson and I slept at Orlando's.
Sunday: Very early we left Orlando's. He went to work at the tennis courts and I went home and had weird dreams. We met for lunch at La Nopalera. I told him afterward that because I care about him, we can't do what we talked about the day before. I know that that is what is right, but when he eventually agreed with me, I felt pretty bad. I went to Amy and Chris' for a while. I went home, got into a fight with my mom, mainly because I was hungover, exhausted and sad. Then I bawled to her for an hour about how scared I am about moving. We went to dinner, then I went to Tom and Jenny's. It was fun, I wanted to be around everyone, but I felt pretty crappy on the inside. It would have been worse to be alone, but being there just made me prematurely nostalgic for everyone. I love Carson as a person, but we've never been close. I think he helped me put a face on my feelings for everyone that I have been close to, because it was easier with him. If that makes any sense. Basically -- if I have been on a three-day crying jag about him, what happens when I have to say good-bye to the real relationships in my life?
Monday: I woke up, cleaned my house, went on a crying jag, made Carson a cd, went to lunch with my mom, Jess and Josh, then went to Father's. I was at Father's for about 5 hours. It was fun. For a long time it was just me and him, then others. The usuals; Eleni, Jimmy, my cousin Maria, etc., came over and we ate and drank. Good times. Then I went to Nicole's. It was just her, Kari and me for a while, but Chris Thom, Drew, and some beach people showed up then left pretty quickly. Suddenly, Last Summer had been Tivoed and we saw some of it (Sharon, if you haven't seen it, I want to watch it with you one day.) before we walked down to see fireworks. It was rainy, but the fireworks were good.
I ended up going to the Sea Turtle Inn and meeting Adam, Elise, Jenn W., Sarah C. and some other people who had a room there. We went swimming around midnite. It was actually a lot of fun. It was good being around people who I like and talk to things about, but am not so attached to.
Today, Josh and I are driving to Atlanta to see Janet. Things never hit me until they happen. I have been excited that I get to spend a lot of time with them, but this morning I realized that going up there is perfect. I'm so excited. After such an over-dramatic weekend, this will be great. Now that the hard part of moving is starting to come to the surface, it'll be good to be reminded that there is a world outside of my hometown.
Everything is over-dramatic.