there must be something in the air of my apartment. some strange gas that fucks with your mind. my roommate and i both had very strange dreams last night. mine mostly involved me illegally or mistakenly acquiring small sums of money - i never got more than $25. his dreams revolved almost entirely around group discussions of 30 or so people, all of them looking like rejected carnies and sideshow acts from the local fair or circus. we talked them over this morning on the couch while watching the oxygen network.
i should have known better than to go to sleep, though, because the day was marked by oddity before i went to bed in the early am. in an earlier post, i commented on someone that took the time to hunt me down and contact me, only to leave me with all the responsibility of communication. well, last night, he started a conversation between us for the second time. both times have been in the last week or so. normally, i wouldn't complain. afterall, i kinda liked the kid, but now, i'm confused about what's going on. he's in a "relationship" - i put it in quotes because i don't know how serious they are - and we only have a week of school left. he's not spending his summer in c-u and is spending a month or something in europe. now is not the time to attempt to build a long-lasting friendship. maybe i'm being cynical or negative, but i don't see the reason for the sudden urge to get to know me. i make it sound as though i don't enjoy talking to him, but it's one of those situations where in the end, i'm the one left feeling somehow cheated. he leaves, for europe, with a boyfriend at home and a job waiting in chicago, while i stay put with nothing changing. i hate looking out for myself first, but i have to.
i only wish we had met earlier.
molly's p.s. - the school year is winding down at a breakneck pace, and i haven't done nearly all the things i feel i should have. that checklist in the back of the i-book is not nearly complete. though, i suppose i have my summer to finish off a few more. i ate cheese fries with minda at white ho last night. strangely, it made me think of you. it felt like one of those times that you would have been there for. oh, adam saw k. plunk at legends gettin' tipsy. apparently, it's that time of year when the f-bomb drops frequently from her mouth at work.
posted by brett @ 4:21 PM
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