"But if so, then it just pisses me off more how tactless he's been, knowing what a nightmare being replaced is. He was right when he said I'd be fine, but he certainly didn't contribute to the cause. I know he got over me quickly and moved on with his life, but in the process he forgot about my feelings. And I'm afraid this is something he'll never pay for. And hey, we're back to "unfair". I'm so hurt by this that I really want him to pay for it. And I'm afraid he won't."
-- Simeon's Twin (who sent me a postcard!!)

Haven't done a spot of homework tonight. I mean, admittedly, I have the whole morning, but I feel like I should do something. Ah well, I will once I get done with this. Homework is really not a top priority right now. Things like friends, mending a broken heart, Heroes, swimming, family, and work all out-rank. So there, homework!

I had the intense pleasure of talking to Mr. Brightside/Joey tonight. I heard all about his troubles and told him the whole story of Ian's and my breakup--which actually takes about 40 minutes to tell properly. It's always nice to catch up, and we're probably going to talk tomorrow so he can update me on his roommate problem.

Then I had lunch with my freshman roommate, Megan, and a few other friends from freshman year. I had them laughing like crazy about my breakup, using humor to cover up how painful it is, but it also made me realize that there is a fun way to get over it. That I don't always have to be serious about it. Moving on, and talking about it, doesn't have to suck all the time.

Speaking of which, I have an amazing ten days leading into my birthday. According to my horoscopes (all you doubters are cringing, but read on...), Venus is turning right in my sign, marking the end of a six week backward spin that made it impossible to communicate or connect (hey, sound anything like the reasons that Ian and I broke up???). Now, she's turning proper, and lightening the load and putting me in my element. That, plus coming into my own sign of Taurus on the 19th sets up for a nice month, "according to the stars." Also, both my and Ian's signs say to cut out unhealthy relationships this week. We got a head start, but it's funny how right on they are.

Anyway, that means that my calendar is filling up with unlikely yet lovely people. Going to be a wonderful last few weeks if I can keep my head on straight and ignore the inherent ass-holery that Ian seems to emanate. I still stick to what I told a friend, Cy, today: Ian made the right decision, but he had and has No Fucking Tact since. Not my problem anymore though.