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Monday, September 8th, 2003
About to Head Back
Yeah, yeah. Everybody and their sister has a web log, so why not me?
Alright, I'm going to restrain myself from griping in my first one, so I'll instead talk about ... I dunno. Sure why not, the guy who I ended up getting this for. Robbie J. I met him one lazy Tuesday in a sweaty laundry room. Why all the really crazy shit in life happens on Tuesdays I'll never know. So anyway we met and he managed to worm his way into my life. That laugh, the dark eyes, the sly grin he could twist his face into upon seeing me. But it didn't manage to stay rosy very long. Mostly long absensces and missed appointments soured what had nearly started between us. And that would be the theme of our very screwed up relationship for the next three years.
I'm nearing my fourth, and have long ago run out of patience. The smell of his hair isn't enough for me to forgive three years of forgotten birthdays and busy schedules. I don't know. In college we all have better things to do than snuggle in warm beds with someone foolish enough to say they love you. I just can't help but fall for it every time. Can you blame me?
But I digress. He's a nice guy, the world's full of a lot more of them than I thought. Only time will tell whether they're nearly as nice as they act from time to time.
Missed Rob this summer. His summer went well, mine was pretty lame. In bewteen dealing with my ex and freelance art I had The Thing That Never Happened. Another guy I knew decided he had a crush on me without any pretense of wanting to comit. And thus we fooled around and I'm left with the same empty feeling I have every time I fall. Never again I tell myself, and this time I may be serious since I have barely felt anything below the waist in about four weeks.
Good luck, Robbie J. You're really gonna need it to convince me this time.
Hey, it coulda happened to anyone, right?
For weeks now I've been certain that I was leaving for college this Thursday. It made perfect sense. Dad had said we'd be leaving on a Thursday, and everyone I knew were saying what times this week they were heading back to SCAD. So it was only natural. However, the usual amount of hustle and bustle that should be going on before I head back wasn't happening. So I talked to Mom, asking her what all she planned to do to help me this week. She said she'd help me shop Friday, and I stared at her blankly.
"Um. Mom, I'm leaving Thursday."
"No you're not. Check the calendar."
Ah, the accursed calender I prefer to ignore. I walked up to it and indeed, it read us leaving not this Thursday, but next Thursday.
"Okay ... Explain to me this, Mom. My friend Rob is gonna be heading into Savannah this Wednesday. Marlon lives only five hours away from the school and will be heading there Saturday. Why would he be getting in a week early?"
She looked baffled. Well, as you can tell, I'm supposed to be in school this weekend and my folks weren't ready for it. But hey, thankfully I mentioned it today, otherwise things would've been a lot harder. So I'm at home doing the flight of the bumblebee and packing stuff as quickly as I can. This computer room looks horrible right now. I have paper under my feet as I type, boxes stacked to the right of me, the usual mess to the left.
Well, here's to organization!