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Tuesday, September 10th, 2002 @ 9:07am. Category: KMorg.

Was I the only one who had any problems accessing KMorg? *shrugs* Ah well. It’s back and I have lots to say. *edit* Ha, nope I wasn’t. I thought I was going insane, and I didn’t get to see Matt’s post on the support forum to see how to bypass it all. Go check that out, Matt (Oneiros) is cool. Wish I’d seen it before. :-)

Home was OK, ate at good restaurants. It really made me happy to be at college, actually. I mean yeah, I miss my cat, the family’s cat, the neighborhood stray, and our dog, and it’s nice having my parents nearby but my life seems a lot better now that I’m at college. I’m beginning to feel a lot happier in general. A lot less stressed and anti-social. I even started making friends, heh.

Ah, yes, last night Ryan and I had a big talk about the state of our relationship. We had both felt it stagnate a lot this summer, and knew that wasn’t a good sign for it. So we decided to look at a few things. We both care very deeply about each other, usually in romantic ways, occaisonally in a much more platonic aspect. We both want this relationship to work, but Ryan felt that he wasn’t able to make me very happy anymore. He told me that no matter what happened, whether I broke up with him or we stayed together, that he’d always be there for me. No matter what. He is my friend, he cares for me, and always would. Breaking up wouldn’t change that, he told me. A while later, he wondered if maybe we shouldn’t shift everything into a much more casual stlye, just being friends, but still be monogamous and sleep together and occaisonally make out. I replied that that’s what we are anyway, and suddenly he got a huge grin on his face. He realized that’s what this relationship was in the first place, a friendship, but with deeper, different ties, and now he’s very excited and ambitious about everything again. He said he’d lost sight of what was so great about this relationship, but now he had it back. I’m not quite as excited about everything as he is, but I am extremely happy, because it looks like this relationship has promise again. It looks like it will go somewhere. That makes me very, very happy.

Well, I am off to eat lunch with Paul and Ryan, I’ll finish this up later. Cheers, everyone.

HERE we pick back up.

Well, umm…. what was I going to say… ah… just Ryan and I went to lunch and he walked me down to Felgar and we talked for a while about random things. I mentioned wanting to read Snow Crash but not knowing where to find it. Ryan suggested we go to Barnes and Nobles across from the mall and see if they have it. Now I really do feel like things are going someplace– he offered to go somewhere with me, instead of me asking him to come with me. Anyway, about Snow Crash. I’ve heard good things about it and since I can’t seem to get to the library during library hours without losing my parking space here and having to park very far away, it doesn’t look like I’ll be a regular at that library. So I’ll take a look-see in the bookstore and maybe come back with a fine novel to distract myself with when I’m tired of homework.

What else has happened… my roommate is kind of ditzy. She drove to see here boyf in Texas. No problem, right? Well, she did it without her license. She’d lost her wallet and purse (apparently still can’t find them) and just drove the 4 or 5 hours without it. Makes you wonder sometimes, eh?

Oh, and tedious chem labs are not very fun, even if they do make pretty purple precipitates. Apple sauce and club soda make a good snack, however, and so that makes me happy. :-) My flowers make me happy, too. They’re flourishing, and one is about to bloom again. The two plants that were in shock have started to grow again, too. Very, very fastly. My room faces south-east, and it gets a lot of sun. Perfect for my sun-loving Rudbeckia.

Anyway, glad KMorg is back to normal! Whew.

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