Reconnecting, and why it's best to forgive and move on.

If we can't find any bloggers on the ning, we can always check Tumblr. Effyeahnerdfighters may post something for us. Maybe. But there's a few useful ways of finding nerdfighters on Tumblr, so we can use that if we can't find any on the Ning. It's too bad YourPants is down again.
So, going into the fourth week of classes, already. I have my first chemistry exam next week, and my first paper for English Composition is due next week. I'm so glad this is the only intensive writing course I have to take, because I hate writing. I'm a biomedical science major, so if I do anything, it's a lab report. And those are easy to write.

So. This weekend I decided to attempt a friendship with my ex-boyfriend, Corey. I messaged him over Facebook, and we actually started talking again. Once I assured him that I was completely over him (or at least over him enough to not want to date him ever again), he lightened up and it almost feels like we never stopped talking. This happens every time, though, so I don't know how long this will last, if it does at all. Though he added me back as a friend on Facebook, so I guess that's a good sign. It's been a horrible 11 months since our break up, but he's one of those people I just want in my life because of what we've been through together and because of the bond we share, even though we aren't dating anymore. He can read me like an open book, and he's the only person I can't lie to. I just didn't know how to go on without him in my life to some degree.

I hope this works out. He's a great friend, and he's one of the few guys I know that I can be really, really nerdy around. We may not be best friends, and we'll never be lovers again unless we're both really, really drunk, but there's room for us to grow and heal. And I think we need that. It's like we're finally writing the final chapter of our relationship and beginning a new one for our friendship.

Also, he inspires metaphors. All the time.

Karena: 9/11 always brings back horrible memories for me. I lived about 20 miles from NYC when it happened, and I didn't learn about what happened until I got home from school that day, since the administration was afraid that some of the students had relatives working in the towers. I was so afraid that year. I was nine years old, and I had no idea what was happening and, to this day, 9/11 is still a source of nightmares.

Alda: I look forward to your first blog post from Germany! My grandparents are from Stuttgart and Hamburg. Also, I may have found a place. The third roommate in my best friend's apartment is looking to move out and offered to sublease her room to me, so I may have a place! I've been staying here for a month already, anyway, and I do love this apartment, so fingers crossed that this works out.