I miss Gm. A lot. I was doing really well at forgetting how great it was with him and managing to keep my independence and "balance" and so on for the summer, but he messed it all up with this visiting nonsense. Bastard! It gets me when I realize that I've only known him for a year and a couple months. I guess not, when I really think about it, but he means such an incredible amount to me, and in a relatively short amount of time. I wonder if it's bad, or if I can believe that this is the sort of thing that's magical and good and rare but awesome.

My biggest thought to the contrary is that I'm sure everyone thinks that. I mean, really, who would set out on a relationship planning that it wouldn't work out and intending to break up when something better came along?

I apologize for every entry as of late being about Gm and waxing poetic.

I met Amanda's boyfriend last night for long enough to go out for cake and I like him. She's flighty and he's needy, so I'm not sure what's going to happen with the two of them, especially since the summer time apart is longer than the two of them had been together, but if it does work out, I think that's great. He reminds me of me, which is oddly flattering. I wish he made her consistently happier than he currently does. I always want her to be happy.

My manager at work (one of five or six, I'm not sure!) was teasing me about being a liberal Democrat "kid," he being all of ten years older than I am, but a former Marine. He says I'll grow out of it when I'm older, but I doubt that. I'm not that liberal to start with, but I'm simply not privileged or rich enough to make a genuine Republican. Plus, there's good old W, who makes anyone considering political viewpoints really wonder about how intelligent the Republicans must be. Plus, I think I'm secretly an idealist communist. *gasp!*