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Found out in class that I have a paper due Thursday that I forgot about. Four pages on my personal gender development. Ugh. Punch me in the face.
I had a good talk with the engineer after class today. Not much more to say than that, but it's good to feel that I have this person that I care about back in my life, at least for the things I currently appreciate about her -- namely, our conversations and the unspoken knowledge of each other's habits and histories. I don't have to explain background. I know I've talked about this a lot already, but I really appreciate increasingly having old friends. Relatively speaking our friendship isn't that old, but the intensity of our months together makes it seem like we've known each other longer. I realize that can be deceptive, but as I'm learning the difference between caring about someone and wanting to be with them, I'm more ok about my feelings for her and other people from my past. Is this growing up, or am I just sentimental?
I'm thinking more and more of Gail, in two weeks it'll be three years since her death. I still don't really know what to do with that. It doesn't ever make sense, does it?
I had a good talk with the engineer after class today. Not much more to say than that, but it's good to feel that I have this person that I care about back in my life, at least for the things I currently appreciate about her -- namely, our conversations and the unspoken knowledge of each other's habits and histories. I don't have to explain background. I know I've talked about this a lot already, but I really appreciate increasingly having old friends. Relatively speaking our friendship isn't that old, but the intensity of our months together makes it seem like we've known each other longer. I realize that can be deceptive, but as I'm learning the difference between caring about someone and wanting to be with them, I'm more ok about my feelings for her and other people from my past. Is this growing up, or am I just sentimental?
I'm thinking more and more of Gail, in two weeks it'll be three years since her death. I still don't really know what to do with that. It doesn't ever make sense, does it?