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What a week! After too many doctors and way too much prodding (I'm so glad I'm not self concious anymore, I'd change into those stupid garbs in the freaking waiting room if I had to), I feel much better ... assuming my test results come in all good. Which they always do. :)

So, I started crying while playing Dr. Mario. No, not because I got pummelled for the third time by that dang boss. I was thinking about things (from school to greek life to Kyle to Bryce to... Paul). And well, you know the whole deal with that. It's been 8 months and I still haven't visited his grave or his family. I feel bad saying I'm busy. I sit here on my butt all day. I can't really go anywhere (what with no car and all), and I'm tired of depending on other people to drive me place (especially Ed--he knows where Paul is buried and it's some obscure place. But every place in this area is in an obscure place). I really want to go to the movies with Kyle tonight and then kick his butt in bowling. I am NOT taking Brian with me; I'm still mad at him for peeing on the seat at night in his sonambulic stupor. I haven't had any bonding time with my favorite brother (Kyle) in a while. Plus, the movie theater was the last place I saw Paul... *sigh* I miss him a lot.

I come back to l'ville tomorrow! And I owe Phase II $100+. I can handle that effortlessly. I have to remember to tell Mom to get $600 out of the savings instead of $500 now; I hope she lets me. And I need to get books tomorrow too. And I need to remember to give Sheryll her Harry Potter books (and then maybe go out for a round of DDRing... ^_^). And I need to remember to drop by Tony's and give him his book and just plain hang (and, oh yea, flirt). GAH! I'm so anxious for Rush and school and ... life. I can't wait to have my own place ... which means my own PUPPY!!!!! and my own cool plates and mismatching cups/bowls/silverware and my own bills [i know i'm weird] and my own guy. I think I'm just excited to see what the future (both immediate and long-term) holds.

*sings* gay boyfriend, gay boyfriend, i really don't care that you are queer... ^_^

you're peeking inside the head of biancasimone @ 12:43 PM