Inside, out of love, what a laugh, I was looking for you

And so it begins.

The morning went pretty well. It wasn't as chaotic as last year and I would like to say I remained more collected. I can honestly say I am proud of the way I feel today. Last year we had never been apart and I didn't know what to expect but I feel okay this year. I'll see him as soon as we can figure out work and all that buisness. I'll talk to my boss at work and figure out how to take time off, how lenient they're going to be with me, and also, how much I'm making. I'll get my all my syllabi by Wednesday and I'll be good to go.

Mattison, Conor, and I went to see V for Vendetta last night. It was pretty good, if not a little over the top. Lots of holes and general "what the fuck" moments, but had some good points. Definitely not subtle. I like the coincidences, reminds me of huckabees a bit.

Speaking of coincidences, driving home from Ann Arbor I was feeling like shit, I had broken my ashtray, cigarette lighter and my Ipod couldn't be used, and a couple songs came on that hit a chord (har har) with my inner dork and made me feel a bit better (Ace of Base- Don't Turn Around, Edwin McCain- I could not ask for more). It's nice when the radio seems to sympathize with you.

I'm in the middle of unpacking. By middle I mean I just barely started. There's a lot to do but my family is gone for two weeks and if I don't get it done today, I can leave the whole living room a total mess. I think I'm going to at least get everything downstairs, eat dinner, go grocery shopping, get some sex and the city, paint, hot tub, and bed. It'll be theraputic. I'll go running tommorow and get some other stuff done, then dinner with my grandparents.

The key is to keep busy. It's when my mind gets quiet that I start to cry.