May 17, 2001

I called David. We didn't talk long because he had all kinds of other things going on inhis house. We didn't make plans. He was supposed to call me back. Two nights have passed and no telephone call. I'm not holding my breath.

I just want to get this meeting over because it's final. I meet with him because it reminds me that we have nothing in common (I don't think we ever did) and that he just pisses me off with his inability to plan anything or to make a real committment. I think if his girlfriend goes away to school next year and David stays here that they'll break up. It's just a thought. I know he can't handle things changing.

I wonder how living with his parents is going.

If I never call him back, he's probably not going to remember which means I'll leave for the year and have no contact with him. I think I still want my closure.

Everything for my trip appears to be settled. I know now that there will be a lot of students in that little town for the summer. Hopefully I'll meet the others. They'll be people my age to spend time with. It might be nice to have that option. I just need to get everything together. I need to pick up my mountain bike, and a chair for my room next year. I also need to get my bank information straight and set up my line of credit for my trip during my internship next year.

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