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aug 29th
the day I've been thinking about ever since mid-april when alec got his acceptance letter to oxford for the fall.
a day of insanely joyous pride and intense pain of separation

At the moment the one whom I love more than anything in the world is hurtling through the air, under the influence of xanex to study at the oldest university in the world.

I am sitting on my bed under a pile of soggy kleenex, holding a much loved stuffed tiger, watching project runway... and thinking about my own future.

zuska this semester is a senior bookseller for b. dalton specializing in children's books (!!!) as well as a full time student at gwu taking a grad course in eastern europe, in addition to two writing intensive courses in the history of american foreign policy and european democracy respectively and advanced french. I also will be applying to law school during this semester with my 3.7ish gpa and 87th percentile lsat score...

yet I feel hollow...like a piece of me has been ripped out...

approx 6 weeks till I can see alec again... till we meet at heathrow en route to an insane weekend in southwest ireland :-p

a little less than fouth months until I race to hug him at dulles on the afternoon of dec 14th

a little over four months until we both take an insane driving trip up the pacific coast pillaging used bookstores along the way in search of randomnity...

it'll all be ok...

in fact not only is it already ok, but it is going to be better than ok... *breathes deeply*

... time for a bit more rice...
g'night world...