C left for vacation on Sunday. The week was a little odd for him. We talked at our usual time on Wednesday. I got an email about Joseph Arthur on Thursday morning, and didn't hear from him again until Friday night. Turns out he decided to up and move out when his roomie wasn't going to pay that month's rent. Whoa. I've never made a decision that fast in my entire life. So he's now living with the person who took him on vacation to Hawaii this week. I wonder what he's up to. This is supposed to be a relaxing time for him and I hope it works out well. We'll probably talk again sometime next weekend when he flies back. It must be just absolutly gorgeous there. I'm going to miss our nightly conversations, so I think I'll keep a quazi-journal type of things I want to talk to him about. Kind of like I'm talking to him, but he's a piece of paper. I do that with myself, except this isn't so narcisistic.
Update: C just called! Wow! I was not expecting that at all. He's sitting on a beach with Jerry taking in the sights and wanted to call and say hi. I'm very happy I heard from him. I know he made it to Hawaii alright and he's having a blast. Wish I was there, taking in the sun and fun as well. Have fun out there, C!

I studied for awhile for my Sociology final tomorrow. I'm sure I'll do well on it. The second part of the class was social theory. This was a good class. I think Briona is going to take it with the same teacher. I'm going to register for classes tonight. Chances are I won't be at the University next semester.

There was a line in the Jason Mraz show I'm listening to that reminded me of the very late nights I used to have and attempting to drive home. "Ever come really close to doing something really stupid to yourself? Hurting yourself? Not paying attention to the road. Fall asleep at the wheel; that's a good one. You wake up in the other lane and go, 'Oh ffffffffshawww.' You roll down the window and go 'Hellooooooooooo dumbass dumbass dumbass. You drink some Red Bulls or something like that.'" That's definatly what I'd do coming back from Richie's place at 3 am. I would fall asleep listening to my music, and wake up when my tires roll over the lane dividers. I've scared the shit out of myself on the 10/605 interchange. I can't count how many times I've almost gone over the guardrails.

Amanda: Ask me what fucking sucks
Mike: What fucking sucks?
Amanda: Bleeding for 4 days.
Mike: and not dying.
Amanda: Yah, really
Mike: That's gotta be rough
Amanda: You feeeeeeeeeeeeeel like you're gunna die, then *poof* you're normal again
Mike: Thanks, you really know how to make me aroused.
Amanda: You feel like you've been jiped out of a fucking medal or something.
Mike: haha
Amanda: "I bled for 4 days and all I got was this lousy tampon."
Mike: hahahahaha
Mike: In the UK it would be "I bled for 4 days and all I got was this bloody tampon."

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