ah, such is life.

Hey, everyone, guess what!??! I'm still at work and I'm still bored. But it's cool because I only have three more hours to be here...haha. Aaargh. Ok. New rule for this post; no more whining. I do far, far too much of it anyway.
I heard from Krystle today, which was super. Golly gosh whizzbang, I miss that girl! I don't know what to do without her. I'm like, "Hmm...I want to see a movie with Krystle!" And then I pick up the phone to call her and then I remember that she is in New York, for cryin' out loud. She called me the other night (if briefly) to excitedly tell me that she had just come within like a foot of Hugh Jackman. My jealousy, needless to say, is immense.
I have not heard from Leslie now since the last time I saw him, which was a rather awkward event that took place a couple of weeks ago...though I did hear from my roommate that he randomly stopped by our room to offer to hook up her new computer. I thought that was a bit strange and a little weird, that he knew where our room was and that he got in with his tech keys to do that. But as my mother said, if we were just friends and we had never dated, I probably wouldn't think anything of it. I countered with the argument that if we had never dated, he probably wouldn't be offering to do that for Brit in the first place. I'm probably stressing about it too much, but I can't help it. I hate to say it, but things were left so awkwardly between us that I cannot help feeling a little weirded out by what he did. Hamline, though, is a rather small campus and I suppose I ought to just get used to the idea that I'm going to have to run into him all year anyway. I just don't want to. I would rather (selfish and terrible as this is) spend my time thinking about other things. It was never as good a relationship as I thought it ought to be. I think there was seemingly so much in him that I thought I wanted or should want that I talked myself into believing it was a better, healthier relationship than it ever truly was. Shame on me. And none of that is his fault, because the problems I saw in the relationship are things he never thought of. Ironically, that's what the problem WAS- our priorities and ideas of what the relationship ought to be were so different that I now know I'm so much better off as I am. Sigh. If only I'd realized it sooner.
Hmm. Well, I guess that's not at all complaining, though it is a most melancholy post. However, I do feel better and I have whiled away another twenty minutes or so of my work shift, so 'tis a deed well done.