Die young and save yourself.
Last week, I had 3 separate appointments. Ortho on Monday, family doctor on Tuesday, and a podiatrist on Thursday. This upcoming week I see the dentist on Wednesday and the podiatrist again on Thursday. It feels like the past couple weeks have revolved around various appointments. Boo.
This Wednesday, Michael came up and picked me up from school. We were together from about 3:30 to 10:30. He's moving down to Arizona, very abruptly. I know his father's health isn't good, so he's spending some time down there with him. I don't even know when he's coming back, and for awhile I was convincing myself that he wouldn't, but now I definitely know he will.
We talked. We sang together. We went out to eat. He gave me a massage. We drank (I wasn't drunk). We watched a little t.v. We fell asleep together. And, my favorite, we had a tickle fight. It was such a beautiful day, really. I loved watching him as he fell asleep before me and just giving him little kisses on the head. I'm going to miss him so much when he leaves. He wants to get together once more before he heads down. He kept telling me not to forget him when he's gone, but how can I?
Yesterday was the other guy's birthday. The other one with the girlfriend, mind you. I called to see about Friday, but he couldn't talk. We decided to get together this morning. I went back to his (cough*their*) apartment. We put in a movie...and then you can fill in the rest. I found out on the way home that Bush used to be one of his favorite bands years ago. This is something that I haven't known, for 2 YEARS now.
I realized that I don't have a desire to see him anymore. We already tiptoe around, but now figuring in the girlfriend? It's too convoluted; I won't subject myself to that anymore. He told me again today that part of the reason he wanted to see me (besides sex) was because he misses me. I told him that I used to believe him when he said that, but I just don't buy it anymore. I really want to tell him now that he's not in the picture anymore. Let's just say that my day didn't start off with a bang.
At 3, a group of us went out to eat for Tiziana's birthday at Red Lobster. I brought my sis along and we picked up Yoonjie. We met up with Jess, Tiz, Kevin, Stan, Annemarie, and CHRIS. I was so excited to see him there that I made sure I sat next to him. $160 for us. Eeeep. I hardly ate anything, anyway.
Afterwards, we decided that we'd (or Chris, Jess, and myself) see "Saw", but wasted time at the mall (with Kev and Tiz) beforehand. I picked up my last paycheck (since I quit my job, finally, last Sunday), and Barb wouldn't even talk to me, she just glared. Ugh. Chris and I walked around and wasted time for awhile when Tiz wanted Jess to go with her. Then we met up again, then...split apart again? Then Chris's brother picked us up and we went to the movies w/him.
Carmike was sold out, and only dumb movies were in. We drove over to the AMC, where the line was almost around the corner, and it's freezing outside so I held Jess's hands. Greg cut in line when he found (suprisingly, not from Parkland) some seniors from last year, and got us our tickets.
"Saw" scared me so badly. The acting was mediocre, but the gore? The whole idea behind the movie? I wanted to cry. I made Chris hold my hand for probably half the movie and I kept burying my head into his arm. It was quite an experience for myself, and Jess too.
I'm just so glad that the day improved from the morning. Now I just want someone to talk to about some things that are on my mind.
God, this is incredibly long, but it feels so cathartic? Is that the word I'm looking for? Yeah.
This Wednesday, Michael came up and picked me up from school. We were together from about 3:30 to 10:30. He's moving down to Arizona, very abruptly. I know his father's health isn't good, so he's spending some time down there with him. I don't even know when he's coming back, and for awhile I was convincing myself that he wouldn't, but now I definitely know he will.
We talked. We sang together. We went out to eat. He gave me a massage. We drank (I wasn't drunk). We watched a little t.v. We fell asleep together. And, my favorite, we had a tickle fight. It was such a beautiful day, really. I loved watching him as he fell asleep before me and just giving him little kisses on the head. I'm going to miss him so much when he leaves. He wants to get together once more before he heads down. He kept telling me not to forget him when he's gone, but how can I?
Yesterday was the other guy's birthday. The other one with the girlfriend, mind you. I called to see about Friday, but he couldn't talk. We decided to get together this morning. I went back to his (cough*their*) apartment. We put in a movie...and then you can fill in the rest. I found out on the way home that Bush used to be one of his favorite bands years ago. This is something that I haven't known, for 2 YEARS now.
I realized that I don't have a desire to see him anymore. We already tiptoe around, but now figuring in the girlfriend? It's too convoluted; I won't subject myself to that anymore. He told me again today that part of the reason he wanted to see me (besides sex) was because he misses me. I told him that I used to believe him when he said that, but I just don't buy it anymore. I really want to tell him now that he's not in the picture anymore. Let's just say that my day didn't start off with a bang.
At 3, a group of us went out to eat for Tiziana's birthday at Red Lobster. I brought my sis along and we picked up Yoonjie. We met up with Jess, Tiz, Kevin, Stan, Annemarie, and CHRIS. I was so excited to see him there that I made sure I sat next to him. $160 for us. Eeeep. I hardly ate anything, anyway.
Afterwards, we decided that we'd (or Chris, Jess, and myself) see "Saw", but wasted time at the mall (with Kev and Tiz) beforehand. I picked up my last paycheck (since I quit my job, finally, last Sunday), and Barb wouldn't even talk to me, she just glared. Ugh. Chris and I walked around and wasted time for awhile when Tiz wanted Jess to go with her. Then we met up again, then...split apart again? Then Chris's brother picked us up and we went to the movies w/him.
Carmike was sold out, and only dumb movies were in. We drove over to the AMC, where the line was almost around the corner, and it's freezing outside so I held Jess's hands. Greg cut in line when he found (suprisingly, not from Parkland) some seniors from last year, and got us our tickets.
"Saw" scared me so badly. The acting was mediocre, but the gore? The whole idea behind the movie? I wanted to cry. I made Chris hold my hand for probably half the movie and I kept burying my head into his arm. It was quite an experience for myself, and Jess too.
I'm just so glad that the day improved from the morning. Now I just want someone to talk to about some things that are on my mind.
God, this is incredibly long, but it feels so cathartic? Is that the word I'm looking for? Yeah.