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dammit, i want someone to curl up and watch movies with.

In other news, I finally listened to my official Biz Leaves for India CD: this incredible American opera mix that she made based on a single conversation we had during first year, which I barely remembered. Um...the CD is really good. And I miss people more.

JFray called this afternoon to reschedule our Tuesday lunch date. She's one of the group of high school friends in the class of '04, and trying to make time for everybody before they head off to their first year of college this week. She was so sniffly I could hardly tell who it was, and I was even more concerned when I figured it out.

As a whole, my friends in this class seem a lot more upset about leaving each other and getting out of Grandview than anyone in my class two years ago. I don't remember being sad about losing touch with many people from my class. Becky P. and the lovely Jessie McD, I knew I would miss--and JFray, Elizabeth, and my boy from the class of '04--but I wasn't terribly worried about being able to meet new friends who'd be able to fill those niches in my social life.

Maybe it's just specific to me; during high school, I rarely hung out with friends outside of school hours (and of those I did spend time with, about half were a year ahead, and already in college by the time I was getting ready to leave). Over the summers, I'd lose touch with practically everybody (which wasn't really a problem, as one doesn't particularly feel like going out after an 8-hour day of drama camp).

Last summer, on the other hand, it was a huge shock to come home and lose the ability to wander down the hall and plop onto somebody's bed for three hours of random conversation. Spending time with people in the summer took planning, massive strategy, but still didn't happen all that often, since I was usually working nights.

It was quite a novelty to successfully stay in contact with people through the phone, e-mail, and the occasional AIM session; now, I'm so used to it that I get really antsy and moody if I don't talk to somebody from school every couple of days.

What am I actually getting at? I guess that I hope JFray survives her move to the East Coast, and the separation from these friends she's grown up with. So many from our high school just don't (can't?) get out-of-state and stay there, and end up back at OSU--fifteen minutes from all the high school hangouts, oh joy. I'm glad that I was one of the lucky few--even if it means that summers home, hundreds of miles from any of my friends, kind of suck.