Current location:	Mom's house.
Current mood:	hopeful

Limbo
GOD. Why is it so hard to find good icons? Someone find me some fucking icons, and do it now!

In contemplating the things that one contemplates during the course of the day, I've concluded that it would be quite cool to title each journal entry 'The One With The...' in honor of the show Friends. I'd do it myself if I didn't so enjoy my current titling duties.

And, in other news.

Talked to Tom. More. Yeah. Like I said, the prospect of me ending the relationship is almost non-existant. I'm not sure if we're getting anywhere. I'd like to think we are, but it somehow seems improbable. I'm also worried that, like in the past, we won't get around to discussing things properly and it'll just sort of dissolve without being dealt with.

He asked me not to call him perfect. It hurt, but it's what he needs. He's also refusing to budge on the drinking thing, which is frightening - it's a huge issue for me. It hurts that he thinks my intentions are less than the best, and it's also worrying that this is a battle he chooses to fight.

I'm just as bad, I suppose - I have doubts that he's telling me the whole truth.

Fuck. I'm never going to be able to make the right decision.

I guess we'll see.

Just a few more weeks until school begins. The masses continue to gather for the upcoming Bite. I don't think everyone will be able to fit in my car! And the missing journal from last night will be up soon, I promise.

BTW, watch Nickelback's new Far Away video. Makes me cry.