Oop, it’s July 19th.
on October 12th, 2011 at 8:09 pmThis one’s a beaut. It ends in someone making me watch them cry over skype and begging me to come down. It also contains ALL sorts of me freaking the fuck out because well… a move is a pretty big deal for a goddamn hermit. It’s basically a continuation of “You do realize that I’m spending a lot of money and for the love of fuck, tell me that you want me there. I’m being a little bitch because I’m currently giving up everything to be with you”
There was a lot of this around the end of July because I was realizing how much stuff that I’d be giving away. The apartment I was losing. It was basically set. Blargh.
Convo after the jump.
her@gmail.com: yup yup. so what you get up to?
me: same old
her@gmail.com: putering?
hehe
me: yup
her@gmail.com: hows the heat?
10:34 PM
me: not too bad yet
her@gmail.com: good good
dont want you overheating
me: yah
it’s gross
the forecast
her@gmail.com: yea
me: we’ll see
her@gmail.com: its supposed to get into the loq 100s here with the humidex
ugggghhhhhhh
me: yah
gross
her@gmail.com: ick ick
altho my office has some a/c so thats good at least
but i wont be there when it’s gonna be the wrost out
over the weekend and friday
blaaahhhh
me: what are you upto this weekend
or later week
after work
her@gmail.com: well, tomorrow night i going out since XXXX is in town
so he, me and XXXXXX and maybe XXXXX’s friend that i really like are gonna go out
annnnd then nada
buy a tv i think, and get a new phone
i think my great aunt is coming either sat or sun to see my apartment and to go to lunch, but that’s it – low key
me: the girl you think he should bang?
her@gmail.com: yea
me: nice.
her@gmail.com: she is very sweet and funny
and me and XXXX and XXXX think they should hook up
me: yah
her@gmail.com: we see – could happen!
me: nice.
you guys love going out
you such a little party animal
her@gmail.com: ahaha baby
i not wild
it’s more bar
me: when does your job end again?
her@gmail.com: than party
mid sept
although i might stay on thru the week of the 19th
will depend on his workload
me: ah
and then what?
10:44 PM
her@gmail.com: theeennnn we see
i think stay here at least thru the fall – try and find something
me: and when did you decide on that?
her@gmail.com: when are you thinking of coming down?
i havent really thought about it – been taking it week by week and settling in, but i am liking it here
me: yah
lame
her@gmail.com: you’ll see what i mean when you come visit
what do you want for your bday btw??
me: i dunno
her@gmail.com: you want me to save the presents until you come down here? or ship something?
(you’ll get something on your bday though – heheh)
me: how?
her@gmail.com: internetz
me: yah
i’m still not sure if i’ll come down
her@gmail.com: whaa? i thought it was kinda set
me: Well, everything’s in place
i just have to decide.
her@gmail.com: okay then
what is holding you back?
me: well the fact that you like boston more than you like me sorta pisses me off
her@gmail.com: that’s no true
it’s not you vs. boston
me: yes it is
her@gmail.com: just come down baby
me: i just don’t know if i wanna spend that much money
her@gmail.com: you dont need health insurance – my uncle knows all about ailments if that makes a difference. i think you’ll be okay without it
(he’s in pediactrics – the go to guy about illnesses and rashes)
and we wont be doing anything xtremeeee
me: either way
it’ll be costly
her@gmail.com: yea, but you won’t have rent
it’s workable
and there is the bus
which isnt bad is it?
me: oh, so i can live there for free?
her@gmail.com: or maybe a porter seat sale
well, i would want something, but i’d be fine with 450/475
me: haha
her@gmail.com:
me: you just said i wont have rent
her@gmail.com: i meant your place
has someone taken it?
me: yah
her@gmail.com: that was quick
XXXXX didnt take it for her bf? i remeber you saying they felt cramped
me: nope
someone grabbed it
her@gmail.com: ahh
well, it is a good little place really
and you painted it all nice
me: yah
she raised the rent i think
her@gmail.com: ahh did she??
to XXX?
i dunno
me: XXX
her@gmail.com: she kinda acts as a super – she must get some off for that
me: yah
her@gmail.com: niiiice
does she hav a real kitchen?
me: nope
her@gmail.com: ahh kk
one downside
but still
me: i just dont understand why you like boston so much
her@gmail.com: good deal
its a great city baby, and its near my family and cady house – there are a lot of reasons.
you’ll see
me: those are crap reason
you only go to cady house with your mom anyways
her@gmail.com: no their not
now i can go whenever
i mean, i was able to go see the new family in connecticut this past weekend b/c i am so close
and i could see my dad for fathers day b/c i am so close
me: yah.
her@gmail.com: it makes a difference
me: yet you’re far away from your mom and me
her@gmail.com: i know, and i dont like that at all
me: yah
but i guess the other stuff is better
when do the people you met at tufts leave?
her@gmail.com: i dont know yet
XXXXX might stay thru the fall
and XXXXXX is thinking of actualy moving here and going to the language school here
most of them want to try and get into the full tufts program
me: are you going to apply to it?
her@gmail.com: maybe down the line but it’ll take me a few years – you need a second language and experience in the field, and i dont have either
me: wait
her@gmail.com: well, in a related field – they want work experience
me: you didn’t know this when you applied?
her@gmail.com: i knew about the language, but not about the work experience
they dont tell you that
me: ugh
her@gmail.com: i guess a lot of grad programs are like that
it’s rare to go to a top grad school right out of undergrad, unless it’s law or med
me: yah
her@gmail.com: did you know that if you take too much time off (like 2 years or so) between premed and medical school you have to redo the premed or do a ton of refresher courses that dont really count for anything – crazy
me: lovely
her@gmail.com: ohhh and MIT business here has a “course” – 7,500 grand for 5 days, or 3,000 for 3 days
insane
me: these are things i don’t care about
her@gmail.com: okay
me: i just don’t know why you think this is easiy
or how you picture shit working out
her@gmail.com: nighty night bub
miss you – hope it’s not too hot tonight
me: what?
her@gmail.com: i’m gonna hit the sack
me: oh
did you not get my message?
whatever
doesn’t matter
her@gmail.com: no – it signed me out breifly
and then you were offline for a second there
me: yah
her@gmail.com: it’s gone all weird
me: yup
it detects selfishness
and reacts accordingly
her@gmail.com: thanks.
anyway
on that note
night
me: yup.
i’m done with you
pz.
her@gmail.com: oh come on
we can talk about this over skype or something
me: no.
her@gmail.com: not over gmail

I used to be a tadpole until I read Kafka. Fucking Kafka.