I got a phone call from Mr Ex tonight. And you know what? It wasn't weird at all, really. It was a nice, relaxed conversation. I think this just friends thing could work out. I think I've resolved any remaining issues I had with him and with our relationship. Oh, don't worry! I remember why my feelings for him changed and I remember plenty to know that a romantic relationship with Mr Ex is not a place I'd like to revisit. I'm just glad that I had that relationship with him. I learned a lot about myself and about romantic relationships in general. I've learned what I can and cannot "put up with" in a relationship. I've learned what can and what can never be compromised.

Perhaps most importantly, I'm glad I've been able to transcend that relationship. I'm glad that I've been able to let go of the hurt and move on to what I feel will ultimately be a better mode of relationship for my Mr Ex and I: friendship.

But I tell ya, friends aren't all they're cracked up to be! I mean, you have to spend time with them and stuff...! If my sarcasm has not yet come through, let me indicate that you should have read it about, um, five seconds ago. Anyway, it's tough being a popular gal around here! I have two party invitations for Saturday, a pot luck invite for tomorrow (which, unfortunately [it's unfortunate because I don't like to turn down party invites--especially those to dinner parties! It's always fun to enjoy a meal with friends. It makes the food go down easier], I won't be attending because of a long standing date that my friend Lianne and I have with The Stepford Wives) AND I'm technically supposed to do something with Mr Mature some time this weekend (but I expect that will fall through... Bah!)

When do I have time for my mounds of homework and, more importantly, for myself?!?!?! When it rains, it pours, I guess. At any rate, I'm going to enjoy myself this weekend. Let it be known, though, I still don't have any sympathy from those popular kids from my high school! Oh. By the way, those last few sentences were serious. You should have stopped reading sarcasm, um, like five seconds ago.