I spent about 75% with Kyle, who is fucking amazing. He likes ALL the same movies AND the same music as me. Plus, he's megacute and fun to hang out with...what more could I ask for? I haven't been out with a guy to Tate's in a romantic interest sort of way in years. It was awesome. I'm not actually dating him or anything of that matter, but I'm trying to think when I'll be over Chris enough to make it official. I mean, it's cool cuz it's very relaxed and very like no-strings-attached hanging out. That's all it is right now, and at the moment, I wouldn't have it any other way.
I mean, I miss Chris and everything, but not in a more-than-platonic kind of way. I mean, he's a good friend I suppose, but I would never get back with him. Not for a fifth or sixth time only to know it's not going to work with someone I have virtually nothing in common with or who I sometimes have a hard time holding a civilized conversation with without arguing. I mean, don't get me wrong, he's cool...but things would never work out...and the fact that he is in love with someone else doesn't exactly work with me either. So that saga is officially over. It sucks, and I'll miss him, but I've moved on.
What sucks is I got weighed yestarday and I am down to 97 pounds with clothes on. That means I am anorexic by societal standards apparently and my mom wants me in the hospital by next week if a doctor says we need to do so.