Today was a pretty on-par wierd day.
Yesterday I found an old girlfriend on the Facebook that I haven't seen in more than three years. We dated back when I was in 8th grade (younger than my brother is now, what a strange feeling) and stopped talking to eachother altogether before I started 9th grade. I called her pretty randomly in 10th grade at some point and we went out for pizza but her boyfriend picked her up afterwards :) That's one way to make a point. I don't really know what I expected to get out of meeting her for lunch but I wasn't really disappointed when we parted ways. The reasons that I keep going back to it are twofold, I think. She was the first girl I really loved and although the relationship was pretty fucked up in hindsight, I was (mostly) happy about where I was and what I was doing. Whenever I'm happy with where I am and what I'm doing, I remember it fondly. When I'm not at one or both of those points, my memories of them make sure to remind me that I was once there. I had a grasp on that again a little more than a week ago.

I think my point was that I felt really strange all morning since I had one of these long and vivid dreams involving this exgirlfriend of mine. I wish I had typed some of it out this morning but I haven't done that in such a long time and I didn't think of it. Of course, now I only remember bits and pieces from it but I'm amazed at how well my subconcious can recall the personality traits and the smallest quirks of someone I haven't seen in years.

If you're interested in a furnature update, I have a desk and chair, still have the aerobed, I have my new bag and a pretty watercolor. Plus lots of clothes that were delivered today. I'm sure everyone at work will be happy to see me wearing something other than one of the three sweaters I originally brought with me. That's all for now...