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Summer Vacation, Day 31
Dear Diary,
There are only about 40 minutes left to my last work day of the week. While in a way this is kind of a relief, on the other hand it means that for the next two days I have nothing scheduled, and therefore nothing to do. At least, not yet.
Funnily enough, in my last entry I made a list of three things I was going to do in the next week, and then proceeded to do absolutely NONE of them. How like me, right? I sold my tickets to the Bloc Party concert, never got around to going to Lake Temescal, and got pretty much screwed over in regards to my plans for going down to Santa Cruz to see "The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants." Le sigh.
Mostly I've spent my time reading. I've already gotten through Dreamland, by Sarah Dessen, and am currently reading two of her other books simulatneously: The Truth About Forever while I'm at home, and Keeping the Moon while I'm in the office. Having my boxes of books right here at my fingertips has been amazing, though there's still one box that is completely out of my reach. This is aggrivating, because I've pretty much pulled all of my favorites out of the two or three boxes that are down on the ground. This other one is up on the roof of the office, but still inside the warehouse. I don't even know how I'd get up there!
After I finish work today I am going to meet up with Tom in downtown Berkeley. I don't know how I feel about this, but I need to get it over with so that hopefully I'll stop dwelling on the fact that this time last summer we were just weeks away from finally getting together. He and his mum moved to El Cerrito in the time that's gone by since I last talked to him, and that threw me off as well. In a way, that's kind of like the period at the end of our relationship. He doesn't live right around the corner anymore, he wouldn't be riding the BART at the same time as me, and it's completely over. Obviously, since I'm going out with someone else now, but still. This is like a confirmation slip that's been waiting at my house, waiting until I got home. Anyway, I don't know what we're going to do today. It occured to me that I don't even know exactly where we're going to be meeting and that I should probably call him to find out. I just hope that the whole experience isn't too akward. At least I look pretty good on the outside - that always helps to give me confidence and boost my spirits.
Love, Anna
Dear Diary,
There are only about 40 minutes left to my last work day of the week. While in a way this is kind of a relief, on the other hand it means that for the next two days I have nothing scheduled, and therefore nothing to do. At least, not yet.
Funnily enough, in my last entry I made a list of three things I was going to do in the next week, and then proceeded to do absolutely NONE of them. How like me, right? I sold my tickets to the Bloc Party concert, never got around to going to Lake Temescal, and got pretty much screwed over in regards to my plans for going down to Santa Cruz to see "The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants." Le sigh.
Mostly I've spent my time reading. I've already gotten through Dreamland, by Sarah Dessen, and am currently reading two of her other books simulatneously: The Truth About Forever while I'm at home, and Keeping the Moon while I'm in the office. Having my boxes of books right here at my fingertips has been amazing, though there's still one box that is completely out of my reach. This is aggrivating, because I've pretty much pulled all of my favorites out of the two or three boxes that are down on the ground. This other one is up on the roof of the office, but still inside the warehouse. I don't even know how I'd get up there!
After I finish work today I am going to meet up with Tom in downtown Berkeley. I don't know how I feel about this, but I need to get it over with so that hopefully I'll stop dwelling on the fact that this time last summer we were just weeks away from finally getting together. He and his mum moved to El Cerrito in the time that's gone by since I last talked to him, and that threw me off as well. In a way, that's kind of like the period at the end of our relationship. He doesn't live right around the corner anymore, he wouldn't be riding the BART at the same time as me, and it's completely over. Obviously, since I'm going out with someone else now, but still. This is like a confirmation slip that's been waiting at my house, waiting until I got home. Anyway, I don't know what we're going to do today. It occured to me that I don't even know exactly where we're going to be meeting and that I should probably call him to find out. I just hope that the whole experience isn't too akward. At least I look pretty good on the outside - that always helps to give me confidence and boost my spirits.
Love, Anna