Turning corners

So, before the making out with the dude in the airport, I was all settled and satisfied with The Plan, and I think I'm finally moving back in that direction. For anyone who isn't familiar with The Plan, it involves me moving to Virginia after I graduate, living with my super cool Aunt Vicky, paying off my college debts, writing a book or two, then going on a road trip across the country, then getting a house and two dogs and a cat. Now, there isn't much room in The Plan for a relationship, at least for a while, anyway, I mean I can't exactly have some guy moving into my Aunt's house with me. And that is The Plan's cornerstone. So, I'm resigned to being alone for the next couple of years. I was okay with this till I realized how much I missed things like kissing and someone making me feel pretty and special. Then there was the airport incident. But I think I'm over it now, I've gone through my withdrawel and I think I'm not likely to get another dose of such things for quite some time. And dreaming about a perfectly feng shui-ed home with pretty wallpaper and a piano and a flat screen tv won't invite that insiduous bastard hope back into my heart where it can eat away at me like the tapeworm that it is. And I'm a Taurus, I'm supposed to be concerned with material things.

Today was pretty decent, overall. Got up, did pretty well at the whole Chaucer reality pilgrimage thing, fiction writing lasted all of five minutes, skipped poetry, feature writing was silly, but not bad, got a 4/5 on my news quiz today, highest score yet, then I went to work, then Elisha and I played some frisbee. Now I'm off to shower, then I'll write some before bed.