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I haven't posted for a few days.
And to be honest... just about nothing has happened to update about.
Thus the boredom that leads me to post.
I talked to Dawn on Sunday and we determined that we should hang out. Matt and I went and saw I, Robot that night. (I really liked it a lot. The ending was a little contrived, but still worth watching.) Afterwards we met Dawn and Stephen outside and went to Dawn's house for coffee and hangout time. Dawn's whole family smokes in her house. And Matt's lungs started hurting him. So we decided to all head out to IHOP instead. I told him we'd only stay for a cup or two and then go so we could go home and lay down. But when we got there, Dawn came running over and said that Stephen's mom wanted him to come home. So we didn't end up staying at all. Which was good, because Matt's chest was bothering him. I was pretty bummed about not getting to spend more time with my Dawnala, though.
DAWN YOU'RE SO AWESOME! I ROBOT HEART YOU FOREVER!!! <#<#<#<#<#<#<#<#<#<#######
So anyways, I came home Monday and did pretty much nothing all day until Bambi got off work. He came over and we played WAR (and I KICKED his ass the first game. Looked like I was gunna do it the second game, too. He had 8 cards left. But he came back and beat me.) We ate some stuffed shells and hung out for a little longer before he went home.
And today he called and woke me up. He came over and we went and got KFC. We watched part of The Princess Bride--awesome movie (and HOLY CRAP! My mom has never seen it...), and then he went to work. But after work, he only came by for like 5 seconds because he went to play poker with his friends. That sucked. But I'm going over there tomorrow for two days (hopefully if I get more stuff packed)...
I packed up a ton of stuff from my room today. I'M SO EXCITED ABOUT MOVING!!! I've been throwing stuff away like crazy, too. Like if I can't remember who gave it to me, or I don't care... I just toss it. I have to pack up everything in my bathroom that I don't need tomorrow. :0( I hate packing.
And I'm SO not excited about when we go through the garage. Because so much of that stuff has been out there in a box for the last two years (or longer, if it came from the garage in our old place), we're throwing away most of it. If we can live without it for two years... we don't need it. But UGH it's so hot outside, and it's going to be like 5784329573984 degrees hotter inside that garage. So we have to get up *whine* early to clean it out.
Speaking of early... our landlord got fined by the City of Round Rock because our grass was too tall (there's stuff out there taller than me, and the state of Texas mandates that grass can be no taller than 12 inches. Haha). So my dad's coming over at like 8 (3 hours from now... and probably about an hour after I get to sleep) to mow the lawn. That sucks.
PLUS I watched 3 back episodes of my soap tonight. So now I'm addicted again, and I really wanna get up early so I can watch it. Which requires that I get up around 1:30 so I can ALSO call the HR lady at First Texas and be off the phone in time to watch GH.
--My mom came home with an application for me at First Texas Bank in Georgetown. I filled it out, and one of the ladies there gave her the number of the HR lady (human resources, if any of you didn't know that...) for me to call. I don't know what I'm supposed to say, though... "Uhm hi, I applied and a lady gave my mommy your phone number so I could call you..."
And then of course, after I watch my soap Matthew will be either on his way here or here already. YAY! And then only a few hours until he comes back and we go to his house. Of course, in those few hours, I have to finish packing my room and get started on my bathroom, plus try to get them both decently clean. BOO!
Talked to Tom today. (Haha, alliteration...) Anyway... I realized... him and I are never going to be good friends. Or maybe not even real friends. Too much history. We broke eachothers' hearts too many times. It made me kinda sad to think about it that way. I mean, it still hurts every once in a while when I think about him... all the things we said and mistakes we made... but it never really occured to me that all those things we said (or screamed, more likely) and all those mistakes we made make it impossible for us to ever be good friends. Which is really sad. We invested a lot of time into a relationship that didn't go anywhere. But when it was good (and it was... maybe not as often as it was bad... but there were really good times. Good memories...), we were best friends. And people move on so quickly; he doesn't need me to be his best friend anymore, and I don't need him to be mine. He told me tonight that he doesn't miss what we had. And I don't either. Well, not the bad stuff. Not the awful relationship we had there at the end. But I really miss him being my best friend sometimes. I do miss the good things. Not in a "I miss him being my boyfriend" kinda way (Certainly not that. I'm head over heels in love with Matthew and couldn't ask for more, nor would I want to). But in a... "I miss him... I miss my friend..." kinda way. Just... when we were there for eachother. And the worst part is that we won't ever get that back. Because there were so many more bad times than good.
I read some of my old LJ entries a week or so ago. From last summer. Surprisingly, it was right after I cheated on him that all that really good stuff came out. (Of course not long after it went right down the drain... but it was there.) I remembered it mostly without having to read those entries... but reading them just reminded me of exactly how it was. It was good.
I remember... and it hurts.
I've been thinking about something a lot lately that's got me really down. Kinda lonely. I'm not really sure what to do about it. I'm scared. And sad. And tired... Tired of this.
That is all.
And to be honest... just about nothing has happened to update about.
Thus the boredom that leads me to post.
I talked to Dawn on Sunday and we determined that we should hang out. Matt and I went and saw I, Robot that night. (I really liked it a lot. The ending was a little contrived, but still worth watching.) Afterwards we met Dawn and Stephen outside and went to Dawn's house for coffee and hangout time. Dawn's whole family smokes in her house. And Matt's lungs started hurting him. So we decided to all head out to IHOP instead. I told him we'd only stay for a cup or two and then go so we could go home and lay down. But when we got there, Dawn came running over and said that Stephen's mom wanted him to come home. So we didn't end up staying at all. Which was good, because Matt's chest was bothering him. I was pretty bummed about not getting to spend more time with my Dawnala, though.
DAWN YOU'RE SO AWESOME! I ROBOT HEART YOU FOREVER!!! <#<#<#<#<#<#<#<#<#<#######
So anyways, I came home Monday and did pretty much nothing all day until Bambi got off work. He came over and we played WAR (and I KICKED his ass the first game. Looked like I was gunna do it the second game, too. He had 8 cards left. But he came back and beat me.) We ate some stuffed shells and hung out for a little longer before he went home.
And today he called and woke me up. He came over and we went and got KFC. We watched part of The Princess Bride--awesome movie (and HOLY CRAP! My mom has never seen it...), and then he went to work. But after work, he only came by for like 5 seconds because he went to play poker with his friends. That sucked. But I'm going over there tomorrow for two days (hopefully if I get more stuff packed)...
I packed up a ton of stuff from my room today. I'M SO EXCITED ABOUT MOVING!!! I've been throwing stuff away like crazy, too. Like if I can't remember who gave it to me, or I don't care... I just toss it. I have to pack up everything in my bathroom that I don't need tomorrow. :0( I hate packing.
And I'm SO not excited about when we go through the garage. Because so much of that stuff has been out there in a box for the last two years (or longer, if it came from the garage in our old place), we're throwing away most of it. If we can live without it for two years... we don't need it. But UGH it's so hot outside, and it's going to be like 5784329573984 degrees hotter inside that garage. So we have to get up *whine* early to clean it out.
Speaking of early... our landlord got fined by the City of Round Rock because our grass was too tall (there's stuff out there taller than me, and the state of Texas mandates that grass can be no taller than 12 inches. Haha). So my dad's coming over at like 8 (3 hours from now... and probably about an hour after I get to sleep) to mow the lawn. That sucks.
PLUS I watched 3 back episodes of my soap tonight. So now I'm addicted again, and I really wanna get up early so I can watch it. Which requires that I get up around 1:30 so I can ALSO call the HR lady at First Texas and be off the phone in time to watch GH.
--My mom came home with an application for me at First Texas Bank in Georgetown. I filled it out, and one of the ladies there gave her the number of the HR lady (human resources, if any of you didn't know that...) for me to call. I don't know what I'm supposed to say, though... "Uhm hi, I applied and a lady gave my mommy your phone number so I could call you..."
And then of course, after I watch my soap Matthew will be either on his way here or here already. YAY! And then only a few hours until he comes back and we go to his house. Of course, in those few hours, I have to finish packing my room and get started on my bathroom, plus try to get them both decently clean. BOO!
Talked to Tom today. (Haha, alliteration...) Anyway... I realized... him and I are never going to be good friends. Or maybe not even real friends. Too much history. We broke eachothers' hearts too many times. It made me kinda sad to think about it that way. I mean, it still hurts every once in a while when I think about him... all the things we said and mistakes we made... but it never really occured to me that all those things we said (or screamed, more likely) and all those mistakes we made make it impossible for us to ever be good friends. Which is really sad. We invested a lot of time into a relationship that didn't go anywhere. But when it was good (and it was... maybe not as often as it was bad... but there were really good times. Good memories...), we were best friends. And people move on so quickly; he doesn't need me to be his best friend anymore, and I don't need him to be mine. He told me tonight that he doesn't miss what we had. And I don't either. Well, not the bad stuff. Not the awful relationship we had there at the end. But I really miss him being my best friend sometimes. I do miss the good things. Not in a "I miss him being my boyfriend" kinda way (Certainly not that. I'm head over heels in love with Matthew and couldn't ask for more, nor would I want to). But in a... "I miss him... I miss my friend..." kinda way. Just... when we were there for eachother. And the worst part is that we won't ever get that back. Because there were so many more bad times than good.
I read some of my old LJ entries a week or so ago. From last summer. Surprisingly, it was right after I cheated on him that all that really good stuff came out. (Of course not long after it went right down the drain... but it was there.) I remembered it mostly without having to read those entries... but reading them just reminded me of exactly how it was. It was good.
I remember... and it hurts.
I've been thinking about something a lot lately that's got me really down. Kinda lonely. I'm not really sure what to do about it. I'm scared. And sad. And tired... Tired of this.
That is all.