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My brother did his first road bike 'race' this weekend, the aids benefit ride, and wrote it up in hysterical fashion. At least I think it's hysterical, but maybe that's just because I can hear him telling the story.

There's a note that I saw today that says, 'The language of friends is not words, but meanings." and it makes perfect sense to me, and I'll be damned if i can explain what it means. :) because it means one thing, but it also means at least one other thing, depending on what you want it to mean. I really like it.

Among the general ickiness of the evening, I was talking today about the boy who took me to coffee. And I said that in many ways, I envy him. He's 22, and he knows what he's doing not just this week or this month, but he knows what he wants to go to grad school for and what he will do after that. And they're good solid plans--nothing crazy or unlikely, and enough of a give in the plans (such as his music major) that I can believe that he will succeed. And I envy him, because I don't know what I want to be doing in a month. And the person that I mentioned this to said, "And there's a good chance that he envies you, in turn, for having found a place that you love." and I thought about it, and I keep thinking about it. And I miss that boy an awful lot.

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Well, yesterday day was pretty good, really. I mean, yeah, it sucked things that don't need sucking after dinner. But I skipped out on work, which is always good. I mean, it would be better if someone would give me the money anyways, but ultimately, there was more good in me not sitting here doing nothing for three hours.

So I walked home at 2, calling my ex-coworker on the way and we talked for the whole walk, a good catchup on her life. I walk up the hill to the house, see someone (damn fine) with a suitcase and think, "KB is back from his vacation." He gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek (someone's been in the south too long lately, not that I'm complaining), and I let him into the house because he'd packed his keys at the bottom of the suitcase. I changed from my work clothes, and went downstairs for lunch (salad, followed by the last of the apple crisp) and read while he got things started. After things were going, he was more socialable, and we chatted for a good part of the afternoon. Good chatting too. He mentioned at one point that he wasn't allowed to date the residents, which I'd guessed was a part of his contract a while ago (seriously. I was hoping it was otherwise, but it made sense that it would be this way--nothing destroys a community like a bad breakup between housemates.) We talked for a bit about kids--one of the housemates now has two kids who were totally driving her crazy beyond belief, and I was saying i could never be a single parent, and he agreed, and we talked briefly about people who don't want kids. he was reorganizing part of the pantry, and I was helping him with the dishes for a bit since I always feel guilty talking with him while he's the only one working. Well, not always, but sometimes. And I don't mind cleaning if I'm doing things at the same time, such as talking with people. Or dancing to music, but I only dance to certain music.

Dinner was good (though I missed out on getting as much food as I wanted since I ate my salad first and the rice was all eaten). And after dinner was not good, since I then had to go talk to the girl whose room I was supposed to be getting. She and her girlfriend realised that they're not at the right place in their relationship to move in together. Which is totally acceptable, and I'd rather she found that out now, except that, well, I don't have anywhere to live now. So. Oddly enough, it never occured to me to say no, she couldn't have her room back. It apparently did to others, including at least one housie. but I couldn't imagine not giving it back to her. I mean, it's her room, it's her house. I've only lived here for a little over two months. And yes, I really really realy want to stay, and it really really hurts to face up to the fact that I've got to leave, but seriously, I think part of me always knew this was going to happen--I never thought I'd get to stay here. I was kinda shell shocked for a while there--she was crying, and I felt so awful for her, and then I ran off to look at the Athenaum for a bit, and then back to the house and IMed Andrea's phone, and she called me and I burst into tears. And we talked for a while, and I called my mom, and cried a lot more, and then finally pretty much ran out of tears. When I finally called Hannah, I was pretty much cried out. Sniffles now and then, but okay.

And after all that, I was heading up to bed (cause it was 12), and I thought,"Huh. I didn't see the boy come in," cause his door had been closed/light out all evening (I was on the front porch, pacing and talking on the phone, so i knew who all came in and out). And I stopped in to chat with him, cause I missed talking with him while he was gone. He was in bed, but awake (again, apparently--he'd crashed when we came back from the Athenaum and woken up when his mom called), and so I stayed and talked for a while. I'll really miss that when I'm not living there anymore, among countless other things. 45 minutes of chatter, and then I went off to bed (ish). So that pretty much sums up my evening.

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oh! I'm so not meeting Gil if this is the way the evening will turn out:

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