the flood follows the famine...

[juldea]

So tonight I go over to Nick's apartment. He's a nice guy from Mid-Eastern Society and Culture class. He wanted to do something, so we got pizza and watched Strange Days. Afterwards, out of the blue he very nearly confesses love to me ("Why couldn't I have found you earlier," etc). It was... strange. Flattering. Confusing. I had to tell him I am not interested in him that way. I like him, but I don't want to be his girlfriend. He was unhappy, but he said he was glad I told him the truth. I feel good about that.

I suppose this is a good enough time/place to announce that I have decided to continue with my plan of moving to Boston this summer. It was in jeopardy, what with... everything... going on, but really there are no good reasons to abandon it. And there ARE good reasons to pursue it.

It is dependent on a lot of things... money, jobs, etc... but it is still the plan.

I just talked to withlyn on ICQ for the first time in [mental figuring] a long time. Months. I didn't expect for him to be the one who answered from mongonoodle's computer, although I should've expected it.

It didn't hurt like I thought it would.

Healing. One step at a time. Now just to get scottage to talk to me again. For THAT situation I don't know really what I did.