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I like being spontaneous. I've been much too structured with every day life lately. I like randomly going places at a moments notice. This week I've gone to Frank's and such, and tonight I went to Laurel's, and her mom fed us and then I went digital camera shopping with her and her dad. I hadn't seen her since exams so it was nice to catch up.
When I got home my mom told me she ran into Bill Blaser today. I miss him. I've often thought about contacting him, but never got around to it. He's a pharmacist now and has a girlfriend. I'm glad, he deserves it. I knew him longer than I've known Mike. And then, I started to talking to a half drunk John and we talked about how love is a fucked up thing. It's like taco bell, one minute it's the best thing ever, and the next it's tearing apart your insides. Is it really love if it lasts for six years, then crumbles? What happens if someone changes, and it began as love, but no longer is. It's confusing. I think it's something that happens. You see where it takes you.
When I got home my mom told me she ran into Bill Blaser today. I miss him. I've often thought about contacting him, but never got around to it. He's a pharmacist now and has a girlfriend. I'm glad, he deserves it. I knew him longer than I've known Mike. And then, I started to talking to a half drunk John and we talked about how love is a fucked up thing. It's like taco bell, one minute it's the best thing ever, and the next it's tearing apart your insides. Is it really love if it lasts for six years, then crumbles? What happens if someone changes, and it began as love, but no longer is. It's confusing. I think it's something that happens. You see where it takes you.