  Song: Yo La Tengo - Center of Gravity What sucks about one persons change of plans can mean even more frustration when anothers plans coincide with this flakage. What I mentioned before about hanging out with the illustrious Lit/Writing girls, their coming over tonight.
Scratch that. I did get to talk to Kelly for quite a while on the phone (not my strong point, that medium of exchange). And Lord, how good was it to hear her voice. Yet, she has a summer school Spanish test tomorrow, and I wasnt about to try my tricks to sway her into scraping the studying it requires. I guess its all okay though; Im more comfortable being alone, living alone, than I am being with others.
Yet, with the cig in my teeth as I type, I fear of growing into one of those lone, lonely bastards who has nothing to account for but some mindless, meaningless monologues. I smoke, I drink, I use objects like women I miss Kelly. I want her over, just she and me. We may be bad influences on each other the way Bryan and me are. But we connect. There isnt a moment of silence that exists between us. 
