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Of Ends and Beginnings
August 03, 2003, 9:54 p.m. Well, yup, we’ve broken up. And I know I promised a lot of you the whole story if we did, but that was because I expected to want revenge. As is, I don’t feel like telling all, so deal : ) Which, as you can prolly tell, means we’re going to stay friends. You know, our relationship began and ended over the phone – he’s not very classy is he? Oh damn, now I’ve got to go change things in the cast and my Diaryland profile . . . bugger. It does seem rather surreal – I mean, this time last week we were together, and now . . . he doesn’t love me. I keep having little fantasies that he’ll miss me terribly and call me, begging me to come back (and I’d probably take him, God I’m hopeless), and I’m getting teary every now and then (over a car commercial, for heaven’s sake – we don’t have a song, we have an ad), but I think I’ll be okay. I’m in a really good mood at the moment, but song and comedy’ll do that to you. I’ve no idea why he doesn’t love me anymore, nor does he. He’s a bit of a bastard that way. Anyway. I think it’s time for a relationship re-cap, a list of all the things I’ll take from this relationship.
And this last one, I’m not sure whether it’s a pro or a con: elevated expectations for my next boyfriend – mental note, must know the definition of the word melancholy. Including the definition better known to medieval and Renaissance scholars ; ) Moving on to more important things, my Rapunzel story has been started – but it’s been amazingly difficult to find anything about the types of herbs used by midwives in the Middle Ages. And that was just for one line . . . I think what I’ll end up doing is writing out the story, then dividing it up into pages, and creating each individual page around that. I’m rather excited to start. Ugh, but I should probably be doing some uni work – God I’m hopeless, you think I’d learn : )
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