Adult Party

No, folks. Not that kind of adult party. I mean complete courses with a rockin' bottle of wine, good company, good conversation.

It felt kinda weird being at that stage that I actually hosted such a thing (and that it was such a successful potluck!!!) but it felt good and comfy and fuzzy inside.

I was (as always) updating my diary cum planner cum ranting outlet (you think this is the extent of my ranting? HAH!) and saw that I have but a little over a month till I leave. I'm getting into serious mini-panic attacks as to how I'm supposed to ship all my stuff (read: shoes and books - I'm ditzy and nerdy that way...) and all the other "stuff" I'm supposed to do. I mean, I start school again on January. I'll be a full time student. How odd.

Deep slow breaths.

I digress though. That adult dinner party was really nice because it made me realize who my real friends are (not just because of those who were present but also mostly because of the conversations) and I feel really sad about leaving all of them behind. This sucks.

So what's my point? Growing up sucks. But the wine's good.

Labo.

"Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty! Free at last!"

Last Saturday wasn't so difficult after all. I thought it would be awkward or I'd be consumed with tempered rage—but it was only awkward for about as long as it takes to hiccup and I was not angry at all.

I had to keep checking myself and it's confirmed. I'm not angry at him anymore. Maybe a little sad for him (and really, I don't know why exactly) but I'm not angry at him anymore. And it feels so liberating! I mean, I had a sneaking suspicion that I wasn't angry anymore—but given my propensity for rage, I didn't want to assume so quickly. Being there in the same place as he for a prolonged period of time was kinda cool for me, because I knew that it really didn't bother me anymore.

Of course, it didn't hurt that my wonderful boyfriend was right beside me the whole time.

But it feels great to not be angry anymore.

From Over The Fence

Er, is this thing on...?

Hello. I decided to create a new blog because the last one I had kept updating the world every time I wrote something new and there was something weird about that as far as I was concerned. I say, if you must voyeur, do so as a choice and not because you were invited to. Does that make sense to anybody else?

Also...well, I was in a bad funk the last few days (weeks?) and I wanted to get rid of the bad joojoo.

So let's hope this thing finally works for me. :)