writing because I CAN

I have nothing better to do, as usual, so I am going to write. Anything. Everything.

Rudy just logged off. I was talking to him, and we were just discussing next weekend – YAC, Cedar Pointe, and all. I told him I expect a huge hug when I see him. He said he expected the same. We arranged where and when to meet, which is cool… So he was like, I’ll call you Monday. (I’m thinking… hmmm – him call me? That’d be a new one. Yeah right – like THAT’s gonna happen.) The he proceeded to ask what time to call… This too is a new development. So I don’t know whether this means he’ll call or whether it means nothing will ever change and he just won’t change still. And just for the heck of it, I will reitterate the fact that we are just friends. No matter how much I flirt with him time to time or talk about him or anything, the kid is, well, he plays TUBA. Ok, those may vary from band to band, so I’ll expand on it. He’s not too bright – I have this thing with the level of intelligence of people I like. He’s always, um, flirtatious. Did I mention the immaturity? Yes, so, um, basically the ONLY thing he IS that is one of my semi-requirements is the fact that he’s a really nice guy and a Christian. This qualifies friendship, lol.

I’ve been thinking about my summer schedule, and became very depressed to find that I will be away from a computer for about 3 straight weeks – possibly more. This should not depress me, should it? Hmm, but it REALLY REALLY DOES. It means no instant messanger – I’ll lose touch with everyone! 🙁 Very little chances to email – there goes the last conventional form of communication. I’ll be forced to bond with people or nature. Which is great and all – but when I can’t sleep and am thinking about how much I would love to be talking to someone online, I will have nowhere to go. Nothing to do. I will lie awake in bed just dreaming of the people I’m missing.

Oh, and plus next week… I plan to help my sister house-sit a house this week. (I just said next week, didn’t I?) So while I’ll still be able to go online during the day to check email and so on, no such luck at night! Darn it! It’s like I was saying… I cherish my time in the “wee hours of the morning” when I feel like I’m the only person in my house and on my street who is awake. I love contemplating things and talking and just BEING ALIVE when no one else is… Very sad.

I don’t know what else to say for the moment, so I will again sign my entry, only to find in five minutes that I have one more thing to say which will force me to log on and write some more.

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