i'm guilty
so i'm listening to the late nites/red lites cd. stupid me. it was too tempting after i got that email. couldn't help myself. i know it's dumb and bad for me, but whatever. it makes me happy.
i had this fatty paper due on wednesday so i was bustin my butt all weekend tryin to do research and gettin all my other stupid homework out of the way so i'd have time for the paper. but yesterday our prof let us push the due date back a whole week. sweet! AND i got another tp check for a gig i did in august. not as much as i had hoped it would be, but still a great surprise. so i had to go out and celebrate. me and m visited r at work. madd hook-ups. good times. woke up w/ a headache but not super hung-over. it's all good. on my way to nihongo to see how bad the test yesterday kicked me in the arse. arse juice. circa '01.
so the nightly good night calls have officially come to a close. no more mentions of 'talk to you tomorrow' and whatnot. i almost gave in and called last night esp cuz i was intoxicated, but i'm glad i didn't. yes i'm sad but i know this is better. we did talk like every other day and that was totally sufficient to keep tabs on each other, it's just a much different concept. it's one thing to just be tryin to keep in touch w/ a good friend, versus making that daily check-in 'just cuz' you want to. so i guess we've crossed that line. and i think it had a weird effect on me cuz last night i had a horrible dream about him. me and my dreams.
i had this fatty paper due on wednesday so i was bustin my butt all weekend tryin to do research and gettin all my other stupid homework out of the way so i'd have time for the paper. but yesterday our prof let us push the due date back a whole week. sweet! AND i got another tp check for a gig i did in august. not as much as i had hoped it would be, but still a great surprise. so i had to go out and celebrate. me and m visited r at work. madd hook-ups. good times. woke up w/ a headache but not super hung-over. it's all good. on my way to nihongo to see how bad the test yesterday kicked me in the arse. arse juice. circa '01.
so the nightly good night calls have officially come to a close. no more mentions of 'talk to you tomorrow' and whatnot. i almost gave in and called last night esp cuz i was intoxicated, but i'm glad i didn't. yes i'm sad but i know this is better. we did talk like every other day and that was totally sufficient to keep tabs on each other, it's just a much different concept. it's one thing to just be tryin to keep in touch w/ a good friend, versus making that daily check-in 'just cuz' you want to. so i guess we've crossed that line. and i think it had a weird effect on me cuz last night i had a horrible dream about him. me and my dreams.