Oh, what a night!

Tonight was great. I loved it.

First, I went to see The Departed with my family, which I'll write up a whole review on tomorrow, but I can't think of anything negative to say about it so it will probably be fairly dull. My brother came down from Boston just to see me! Which is exciting...but makes me wonder what he wants. :-P

Anyways, then I went out to Club Energy tonight. It was a good night -- not as many of my old friends as I had hoped, but I did see Kyle, Billy (who doesn't hate me, which yay, and that's a story for another time), Bill, Eric, and.....John and Kenny!!! That was super exciting. Now, don't get me wrong. I love all my friends from the clubs, but of them all the three I love the most are Neil, Kenny, and John. Not necessarily in that order (although sometimes, I suppose, yes). I feel very much at home, safe and comfortable, with any of the three of them.

One thing I've realized in the past year is that home isn't a place, it's a feeling. And like all feelings, it's brought about by the people around you. Those three...they're like some of the beams in the walls of my house. They hold up the roof above me, shield me from the worst of the world's weather...and in return I try to keep the termites from eating them. (Okay, shut up, it's four in the morning...at least I tried to be deep!)

Anyways, I really enjoyed hanging out with John and Kenny tonight. I met some new people too -- Domenic, Garia (who is fabulous), some Boston girl who's name I forget (I'm *sure* Kenny can tell me, he was all excited), Josh, and another Josh. It was a good time for all! Yeah, Kenny kept like elbowing me and going "I LOVE it! She's from Eastie!" and "I can't STAND it! She's an Eastie!" in his crazy, uniquely-Kenny-way of being excited when he talks. That's something I miss in PA, no one is quite that Kenny-crazy that's so amazing.

John (being John and therefore intelligent) was smart and went and got his and Kenny's jackets while that was going on so he neither had to listen to twenty minutes of Boston-craziness (:-P) and they didn't have to freeze their nips off.

Also, no one will ever convince me that Providence is not one of the greatest cities on Earth. It's not NYC, that's for damn sure...but's pretty amazing none-the-less.

Graham makes a frowny face...

Ah boy.

Boy-Anthony, my boyfriend, who as of yet has not been able to have that serious talk we need to have about his trust issues, is ill. He has strep throat (the germs of which are the picture to the left), mono, and tonsilitis.

But I'm not with Anthony. I am in Rhode Island. And, as I imagined, things here are not pretty with the group of people from this summer. I mean, I imagine Michael and Kyle are fine. And, hey, Matt's fine (now) as well, from the sounds of it.

Meanwhile, I've heard nothing from Kenny or John in about a week. I've seen them online, but they haven't replied to me at all. Chris, Bill, and Bill are still disappeared -- which may be for the best. And Linda...oh, who knows?
And then there's Boy-Neil. He's amazing, amazing, amazing. I'm so hung up on him. But he sometimes makes the worst, most self-destructive decisions, for which I hate him. There's so much potential in him.
But can it ever be a good idea to at the age of 18 get engaged to someone you've only known for maybe two months? I don't think so. Maybe I'm jealous here, maybe I'm overprotective of my friends...mostly, I think, I'm just concerned he's making a huge mistake.

And that pretty much makes me miserable.