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I slept for shit. Again.
But my friend P is in town from Ottawa, and you know what that means? We're going to a movie (13 Going on 30!) and then out for coffee, as we generally do.
P is one of those friends you have a routine with, you know? We can count on seeing a flick (silly or scary or whatever) and then going to talk for a couple of hours whenever she's in town. Ditching her husband is the hard part, mind you, but anyways.
I don't have a lot of friends in town these days. P moved away a few years ago,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
drsnicket moved last year, and that leaves me with M (currently pregnant) and C as my primary friends around here, so it's always nice to have P show up, particularly with a routine we can slip into that dates back nearly ten years.
I first met P in CEGEP at the student radio station. We were both on the news team, and she and I just sort of started talking and we clicked. It was like we'd known each other for years, to the point where people thought we'd gone to highschool together, and some people thought we were cousins or something (we look nothing alike), because we just got along so well.
The one thing I regret about not going through school in a traditional way is the potential friendships I missed out on. P isn't my "best friend", but she's been a good friend for nearly ten years (and we are overlooking the thing with the Big Bad Ex, I know, but life's too short to hold grudges). I look around in my classes at school these days and see all these kids who are 19 and 20 and I'm like "There is no way I have anything in common with these kids" and I wonder if it's remotely possible for me to find a friend at university as good as the one I found at CEGEP.
So on that note, I shall hop into the shower and prepare to go hang out with P and pretend like we're 17 again and pretend that we're not, in fact, turning 27 in six days or three months and four days.
But my friend P is in town from Ottawa, and you know what that means? We're going to a movie (13 Going on 30!) and then out for coffee, as we generally do.
P is one of those friends you have a routine with, you know? We can count on seeing a flick (silly or scary or whatever) and then going to talk for a couple of hours whenever she's in town. Ditching her husband is the hard part, mind you, but anyways.
I don't have a lot of friends in town these days. P moved away a few years ago,
drsnicket moved last year, and that leaves me with M (currently pregnant) and C as my primary friends around here, so it's always nice to have P show up, particularly with a routine we can slip into that dates back nearly ten years.I first met P in CEGEP at the student radio station. We were both on the news team, and she and I just sort of started talking and we clicked. It was like we'd known each other for years, to the point where people thought we'd gone to highschool together, and some people thought we were cousins or something (we look nothing alike), because we just got along so well.
The one thing I regret about not going through school in a traditional way is the potential friendships I missed out on. P isn't my "best friend", but she's been a good friend for nearly ten years (and we are overlooking the thing with the Big Bad Ex, I know, but life's too short to hold grudges). I look around in my classes at school these days and see all these kids who are 19 and 20 and I'm like "There is no way I have anything in common with these kids" and I wonder if it's remotely possible for me to find a friend at university as good as the one I found at CEGEP.
So on that note, I shall hop into the shower and prepare to go hang out with P and pretend like we're 17 again and pretend that we're not, in fact, turning 27 in six days or three months and four days.
