My sister called me right when lunch started to see if I was back, so I went over to Paly and hung out with her for a bit. I saw some frasians (or "jrasians" as my sister corrected me), Naomi, and some other random people. Paly people are so little these days. Right as I was leaving I saw Julia, so I had lunch with her at the Sushi house. Then she went back to my car and chased away the evil scary gross disgusting brown crinkly spotted spider that was hanging out on my side mirror (which, for some unclear reason I kept referring to as a "window").
Tomorrow I go to Santa Cruz and start moving in to the apartment. I should call up my housemate, actually, to make sure I can get in. I don't have my keys yet. This year is going to be cool. No more dorms, no more roommates. And this isn't to say that I don't like dorms or roommates, but a year of dorming and roommating gets you kinda worn out. I could use a bit of space and solitude.
I've decided that I don't mind when someone asks me if I have a boyfriend, but I do mind when they ask me why I don't have one. What am I supposed to say? It's like when people ask me why I go to UCSC if it's not such a great school or ask my why my high school grades weren't good enough. This is the kind of stuff that only starts bothering me once people bring it up. I'm pretty sure of myself these days, and I'm comfortable with me and the confusing things me does and the strange things me feels, so why do people have to go and unsettle all of that?
I miss my grandparents already. And I never got to say goodbye to Yoav and Itamar. Maybe I'll call them up when I'm jetlagged tomorrow morning. I miss Hadar, too. But I missed Hadar while I was there. I didn't get to see that much of him. So, yeah. Okay.