Anyway, so yeah... I was dumped. Flat on my ass. Like, knees pulled out from under me, and the rug thrown over my head. *grin* Well, maybe not that bad... "I'm too selfish to have a good relationship." Well, that might be true. But even if I am, *shrug* I can still try.

Anyway... Went over to Joe's tonight to see what exactly had happened, since I didn't dare ask over the phone... I wanted to see him, anyway. So, nearly killing myself with the jitters in my belly, (I swear to God I thought they were going to jump out and all over my car!) I went over and talked to him. It turned out to be a lot more reliving than I thought it would be. Like, I got answers I can understand, and I know where he's coming from. From personal experience, no worries. As my mum put it, "I'm his Erik." How... paradox-ish.

I got my Drowning Pool CD back. YAY!!!!! I can sleep now!! yay!

Enough on that. I've been really thinking about that job in NY ove rhte summer and though I think I would enjoy it and love to do it, I really am not sure whether I should go or not. It is really far away, it isn't for any money, and though I would be able to play with horses a lot, I really do need to work over the summer, for money. And do I really want to leave when a few of my very good frineds are leaving for college? Or, at jsut the point in my life where summer could be really, very fun? *le sigh* I suppose I am not going... i've already made up my mind, and I feel guilty about it.