life is fascinating.

Today is close to being gone, but twenty three hours ago it was freshly the 9th of February. I live in the same apartment, the same room, that I did about three years ago. My life up until now has been rather repetitive in the sense that I have only had one major change. I consider a change of setting a major change. Today an interesting amount of almost-forgotten-under-the-bed-friends have contacted me. I think they have organized meetings about these days of simultaneous contact with me. That would be funny since all they would need to do was invite me to the meetings, then we could all hangout...but I guess that takes the point out of the meetings. I started my period today and in this particular moment my uterus feels like all the gravity of the earth is focused on pulling it out of my vagina. Gross. Sorry about that. I have to pee and I have goosebumps. Andrew reads in my bed, and I write mostly to pass the time until he finishes so we can sleep. I like him and we get along well. By well, I mean we get along better than I have with anyone else. Maybe except for Esmeralda, but she and I will never live out our dream life of love for each other because the world is not that simple. The world seems simple enough with him, in the kind of simple that most people, at least I think, want. I wonder if anything overly tragic will happen to me in my life. I wonder this because of a Frank Lloyd Wright documentary I watched earlier in my Design Seminar class. I find it fascinating how some lives turn out so boring while others are turned into movies, or should be. But life is just that--fascinating. Andrew's done. Goodnight. It's 11:11. I made a wish.