Now someone I care for very deeply has been hurt because she trusted someone who should be absolutely trustworthy.

He should have fucking known better.

This is one of those times when I wish I didn't have this stupid psychlim against retribution. I can talk about it, but I'd never actually be able to carry it through. Although he should lose his job over this.

We're also nearly done revising Paradise Cove. We've added about four more overarching plots, and a bunch of personal plots to the mix. In addition, we've merged several characters and deleted several more. Oh, and I rewrote the combat mechanic so it's more useable by normal people :)

When I got back from Yellowstone a couple of weeks ago, she told me the dates of the trip. We were driving back from the airport, and I was still pretty loopy from the red-eye flight into Logan (ie. no real sleep for ~30 hours, jet lag, etc.), so I told her to email me the info because I'd forget it. In truth, I have no recollection at all of that conversation.

About a week and a half ago, I made plans with a few friends to go up to Maine for the weekend. Several days later, Mom "reminds" me on the phone that the trip is that weekend (less than two days before the flight). She never emailed me, so I had no record of when the trip was; just a hazy recollection of "late July."

After arguing for about ten minutes, she finally told me that I basically had no choice. So, I made the best I could out of it.

It was fun, no question. Universal Studios was great (especially the Jurassic Park section), and Disney World was amusing. My grandparents loved the surprise (and Norwood's has really good margaritas).

I want to lie ship-wrecked and comatose
Drinking fresh mango juice
Goldfish shoals nibbling at my toes
Fun, fun, fun
In the sun, sun, sun
Fun, fun, fun
In the sun, sun, sun

It reminds me of that commercial where a person walks up to a service desk and the woman there says "One moment, please" and pushes a button on the desk. Standard "on hold" music immediately starts, and the woman just stands there with a friendly smile. She then pushes the button again to stop the music and begins, "Your request is important to us..."

What I could really use is a time machine. I'd go back about four or five years and smack some sense into myself. I'd probably still end up in the same situation, though.

Oh, yeah. And the breakup was finalized and is now official.

On the plus side, it looks like I'm going to be getting a large tax refund. And the place I'm looking at moving into is fairly nice. It's a bit on the expensive side, but it has a good kitchen, room for activities, a nice neighborhood, and will feel like a home. I really hope it works out.

Life apparently is sucking for many of my friends, too. One cancelled her birthday dinner because only a few of us could make it. That's got to feel awful. I'd really like to do something for her, but I guess I don't really know her well enough to know what would be appropriate.

I still need to write those two papers for Environmental Politics. One of them's not going to get a good grade at all due to its extreme lateness, but it's better than getting a zero. All I need to do is pass the course. I'm just trying to graduate, not burn myself out attempting the impossible of a high GPA this term. Must remember that.