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I feel many times better than I did Thursday evening.


I feel better... but i know that all of the stuff I was bummed about yesterday is still out there.


This has been a three song entry...

Mozart: Night Music
Gershwin: Rhapsody in Blue
McLachlan: I Will Remember You


Some chicken.


The Best Friend just called. She's in town. She sounded weird. I wonder how this weekend will go.


(Oct. 5, 2000)
Time to bitch.

friday, october 5th

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Quote Du Jour:
"Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country." - (Anais Nin)

I had an exciting evening of cheap pizza, an episode of ER and early sleep planned for my Thursday night. With the way I felt... I figured all three would be good for me. As is case with me many times, I didn't quite execute the plan as expected.

About 9:30 (with the pizza digesting and half of the ER episode behind me), Alex called to invite me along with her and some mutual friends to go see Don't Say A Word. While I hadn't intended to ever see the flick, I knew better than to pass up the opportunity to sneak away from reality. It turned out to be a good move. I enjoyed the company and the movie and felt about 200% better afterwards than I had before the flick.

When I returned to my dorm about 12:30, the roomie was already in bed with the lights out. I quietly turned on the computer and logged on to the Internet. I noticed that an online friend -- a new one that I've only really known for a week or so -- was logged on, too. After checking the mail and what not, I sent her an instant message. We finally shut up about four this morning.

I don't know what it is... but I've liked this girl since the first time she chimed in and introduced herself. I like her in a way that I don't usually experience online. I like her in a way that would seem more appropriate in "real" life instead of the virtual world.

We talked a little about everything last night -- er, this morning. We talked about relationships... Mine... Hers... Ours. We talked about how far 1,000 miles between two people really is... or, thanks to the Internet, how 1,000 miles might not matter at all.

I know. I agree with you. This all does seem so very strange. I've only known this girl for a short while and already I feel as though some sort of connection has been formed. Today didn't feel like Friday... It felt like the first day after a first date. You know... When you feel as though you've just started to know someone... and you want to know them better... and you've got a glow about you that can only come with a new friendship.

How is it possible, though, that I can feel such a connection without ever hearing her voice... Without having heard her laugh... Or having see a blank expression fade into a warm smile? Without ever feeling her touch... Without ever smelling her perfume as she walks into a room... Or even knowing if she wears perfume...

So many questions...
So many things for one to ponder...
It's been a while since I've stood at the beginning of something new.

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