Okay... so there was a boy. Two actually. I don't know if I ever expected anything from either of them, but it was nice to entertain the fantasy.

Well, everyone wants to be loved. And, I believe that I'm not an exception to the rule. Some rules, I can get around, but this one is deep. I just can't. Sometimes I get lonely, and I can't imagine Boston. I'm not going to have anyone or any friends. I'm going to have nothing.

Anyway, back to the point. I kinda had feelings really strongly for one of the boys, and the other I found to be adorable. Both were people that I could have seen myself spending a lot of time with in a romantic fashion. They were both cute, and very nice.

One of them... I just can't talk to anymore. I can't. He leads me on horrifically, and it's just a disaster waiting to happen. The other, which was sort of a back up plan, has got a boyfriend. I suppose that I'm happy for him, but I'm kinda jealous in the same sense. That's not to say that I didn't want to be a good friend, or that I still don't, but even that is hampered by the presence of a boyfriend.

I don't know what I want anymore. Some days I'll tell you that I want a long term relationship with someone. Another day, I'll tell you that I'm looking for a friend with benefits. And, on a third day I'll be perfectly content being single. Grrr. I just don't know what I want to do.

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In other news... I'm moving to Boston! Woo! Exciting!

Unfortunately I'm not going to know for sure of my living situation until tomorrow. I seem to be encountering this a lot. How come no one can seem to make a decision? Grrr. Grrgrrgrr.

I'm moving to a virtual new world. I know... no one.

I start work on Monday, the 21st. At ... 7 Anti Meridian... I've not been up that early since... I don't even know. They have me shadowing a woman whose name I forget, and probably will not remember until I read it from a name badge. Oh, well. I'll just keep telling myself that it's an adventure, and I'm exciting.

I'm really looking forward to leaving. As I'm writing all this out, there are birds shrieking in my ear. I beat on the cage, yet nothing happens.

This is going to be one of those floating entries.

My eating habits have gotten quite strange. I don't really do it anymore. I'm down to one meal a day, which I know is quite unhealthy. I have my coffee, and I drink a lot of liquids, but I only really eat solid food once. Usually what is in between dinner and lunch... around 3 and 4. It's strange. Yet, this has jerked my metabolism into somewhere where I like it to be.

Meh, I'm done typing now.

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