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18 April 1999
stayed up late last night for no good reason. slept late this morning. dreamt of an allison from an alternate reality. or something, it was weird. it's faded now. got up a bit before noon. ate breakfast. did some homework. thought about calling er!n. played some video games. thought about calling erin. called er!n.
she's moving to boston tomorrow. just kinda on a whim. the sorta thing i'd do. (that i've done.) but she seems a bit frazzled by it. she likes to have things a little bit more planned. if she's stays in boston that would be cool, it's only about an hour from providence. she was talking about looking at art schools in california though. maybe i'm just destined to continually cross paths with everyone i love, never running parallel with anyone for too long.
i really found myself missing her when we were talking. bunches, as i say. and missing new england, home. wanting in one sense to pack up and leave as soon as school ends, in three weeks. or sooner, but that's really not feasible. but at the same time i know leaving here will be sad. not that there's really anything keeping me here. but leaving's always sad.
she's moving to boston tomorrow. just kinda on a whim. the sorta thing i'd do. (that i've done.) but she seems a bit frazzled by it. she likes to have things a little bit more planned. if she's stays in boston that would be cool, it's only about an hour from providence. she was talking about looking at art schools in california though. maybe i'm just destined to continually cross paths with everyone i love, never running parallel with anyone for too long.
i really found myself missing her when we were talking. bunches, as i say. and missing new england, home. wanting in one sense to pack up and leave as soon as school ends, in three weeks. or sooner, but that's really not feasible. but at the same time i know leaving here will be sad. not that there's really anything keeping me here. but leaving's always sad.