Nov 27, 2006 11:40
Craig's album launch was awkward spectacular, and the album itself has been playing in my stereo on repeat ever since we got back. I've got to admit, it's pretty cool having a rockstar around the apartment, even if he's not going to be here for much longer. Going on tour - albeit, with Justin Timberlake - is a good enough excuse for me. As long as he doesn't attempt to bring sexy back when he comes back.
Of course as soon as we get together, as soon as things have finally calmed down and there's a chance that I might get some semblance of normalcy in my life, he has to leave. Eight weeks isn't that long. Only two months. It could be so much worse. He's doing exactly what he's always wanted to do, and I am so happy for him. I really am. And it's not like he wants to leave me. He asked me to come with him. And I would, if it weren't for school and my job, and not wanting to leave the few friends I've got behind.
I just thought for once I wasn't going to be alone at Christmas.
Anyway, I have major finals studying to do. Marco, call me if you want to meet up and cram. I bought a new coffee maker, one that actually works on a consistent basis. And I even have some of that french vanilla creamer you love so much. Long live bribery.