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i have two months and 10 days left in london, and that thought does not make me upset. not that i didn't really love my time here and not that i wish it could be over tomorrow, i am just missing the u.s. and a boy that i like very much. surprise, surprise.
after i sent him that letter that i posted in october, we decided to go on a break sort of thing which only really made us talk more than before because he kind of realized how much i meant to him (hooray!) and i liked him even more for that. well, i then proceeded to make out with that other boy i wrote about in october, but soon realized that he was not for me and boy am i glad i didn't do him even though i got extremely close. and then i proceeded to make out with a boy who had a girlfriend (he told me they were on a break. he lied.) and i did do him and it wasn't good. and under the terms and conditions of our break, i had to tell philip everything and that was pretty awful and he was pretty upset even though he did stuff with a girl but not as much stuff as i did. and also even though all of this has been pretty shitty, it's also been pretty great because it all just made us realize just how much we like each other which turns out to be a whole lot.
he came to visit me on christmas morning and then we went to paris for new years and then he had to leave. it has been 2 weeks since then and i have 11 more until i get to see him. 11 is really not that many, especially when you include the weeklong break i have for traveling in europe in february and our hamlet show in march. when that is over, i'm going to fly from london heathrow to newark and then stick around there for the duration of the summer except for a roadtrip to florida to get my car (and montreal with becky?!)
meanwhile, i am going to keep having class at the globe and drinking a lot and learning to be a lion instead of a gazelle.
and i keep wanting desperately for it to be summer. or spring at least, my body is just aching for some sun and some warmth and some sprawling on some grass possibly with joint and/or beer in hand. i don't know if you know this, but it tends to be grey and rainy in england. it's really deceptive because it is not as cold as jersey and it doesn't really snow, so it constantly feels like the very end of winter right before it gets beautiful. but it's not, it's still january and it's going to be like this until i come back and have april in jersey/ny. mmmm...april.
after i sent him that letter that i posted in october, we decided to go on a break sort of thing which only really made us talk more than before because he kind of realized how much i meant to him (hooray!) and i liked him even more for that. well, i then proceeded to make out with that other boy i wrote about in october, but soon realized that he was not for me and boy am i glad i didn't do him even though i got extremely close. and then i proceeded to make out with a boy who had a girlfriend (he told me they were on a break. he lied.) and i did do him and it wasn't good. and under the terms and conditions of our break, i had to tell philip everything and that was pretty awful and he was pretty upset even though he did stuff with a girl but not as much stuff as i did. and also even though all of this has been pretty shitty, it's also been pretty great because it all just made us realize just how much we like each other which turns out to be a whole lot.
he came to visit me on christmas morning and then we went to paris for new years and then he had to leave. it has been 2 weeks since then and i have 11 more until i get to see him. 11 is really not that many, especially when you include the weeklong break i have for traveling in europe in february and our hamlet show in march. when that is over, i'm going to fly from london heathrow to newark and then stick around there for the duration of the summer except for a roadtrip to florida to get my car (and montreal with becky?!)
meanwhile, i am going to keep having class at the globe and drinking a lot and learning to be a lion instead of a gazelle.
and i keep wanting desperately for it to be summer. or spring at least, my body is just aching for some sun and some warmth and some sprawling on some grass possibly with joint and/or beer in hand. i don't know if you know this, but it tends to be grey and rainy in england. it's really deceptive because it is not as cold as jersey and it doesn't really snow, so it constantly feels like the very end of winter right before it gets beautiful. but it's not, it's still january and it's going to be like this until i come back and have april in jersey/ny. mmmm...april.