Other things, but mostly Brian.
One thing about being on the pill...PMS comes more often.
I met the new teacher today, Kyle. He seems really nice and rather cooler than I had dared to hope. He's quiet, not a big drinker (either) and likes sci-fi/fantasy and games of all sorts. And I've been able to make him laugh, which is a good sign (although that could've been delirium from having been up for 24 hours. Anyway.
If I have even a fraction of the friendship I have with Brian I'll feel lucky. And as the 8 ball often says...Outlook good.
We all went to the arcade--me, Gregory, Richard, Brian, and Kyle--but Kyle didn't have his passport on him so he called it a night, and Brian had to go home and change first so he came later. We had fun gaming time. Then Richard and Greg had to go home--it was late for Richard(?) and Greg has the GRE tomorrow (er, today)--so it was down to me and Brian. We went to Royal Host (family restaurant), which we've never been to together, and had a memorable time making chains of barnyard puns while eating tacos and Japanese food.
I still can't believe Brian will be gone in less than a week. I've spent almost every day with him for over a year. I get a lump in my throat every time I think about him not being here. We laugh so much together, we're punny together, share a million inside jokes together. And we've been there for each other in the best and worst of times. I couldn't have stayed here nearly as long if he hadn't been here. Just sitting around and chatting with him about nothing and everything--books he'd never read, games I'd never play, life--just that was what made my days. Hours would just fly by and we'd wonder how we pissed them away...just talking. Just him leaving is like a sub-chapter closing in my life. And we'll probably never have a time like that again where we can just leisurely be together because he'll be in Texas. We'll never work together again. Never see each other everyday. I'm not bitter or angry at him for leaving. All things end. I'm just devastated that my life has to change in this way. That I won't feel his presence in the room next door anymore. That I won't be able to go into his room and hug him for no reason.
My best friend is going away. And I'm sad.
I met the new teacher today, Kyle. He seems really nice and rather cooler than I had dared to hope. He's quiet, not a big drinker (either) and likes sci-fi/fantasy and games of all sorts. And I've been able to make him laugh, which is a good sign (although that could've been delirium from having been up for 24 hours. Anyway.
If I have even a fraction of the friendship I have with Brian I'll feel lucky. And as the 8 ball often says...Outlook good.
We all went to the arcade--me, Gregory, Richard, Brian, and Kyle--but Kyle didn't have his passport on him so he called it a night, and Brian had to go home and change first so he came later. We had fun gaming time. Then Richard and Greg had to go home--it was late for Richard(?) and Greg has the GRE tomorrow (er, today)--so it was down to me and Brian. We went to Royal Host (family restaurant), which we've never been to together, and had a memorable time making chains of barnyard puns while eating tacos and Japanese food.
I still can't believe Brian will be gone in less than a week. I've spent almost every day with him for over a year. I get a lump in my throat every time I think about him not being here. We laugh so much together, we're punny together, share a million inside jokes together. And we've been there for each other in the best and worst of times. I couldn't have stayed here nearly as long if he hadn't been here. Just sitting around and chatting with him about nothing and everything--books he'd never read, games I'd never play, life--just that was what made my days. Hours would just fly by and we'd wonder how we pissed them away...just talking. Just him leaving is like a sub-chapter closing in my life. And we'll probably never have a time like that again where we can just leisurely be together because he'll be in Texas. We'll never work together again. Never see each other everyday. I'm not bitter or angry at him for leaving. All things end. I'm just devastated that my life has to change in this way. That I won't feel his presence in the room next door anymore. That I won't be able to go into his room and hug him for no reason.
My best friend is going away. And I'm sad.