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Another snowstorm? Hand me the gun

Sunday, April 15, 2007

Miranda Bradshaw and I despise Montreal winter, yet out of the two of us, having lived in Newfoundland, I'm the one who's experienced June winters, and six of those at that.

They are predicting 20 cms of snow and 20 mms of rain in Montreal tonight. I guess a coffee outing around the corner is out of the question. :( Grrr, I'll be stuck at home doing homework.

MSN flirtie sent me a message last night, asking me if we could go to the Fine Arts Museum together. I told him I couldn't until Friday morning, at the earliest.

He was ok with it. After talking with him, I felt a slight remorse for treating him the way I did when he said he didn't want our flirting to go anywhere because he was afraid he'd get hurt after I left. The funny part is, I could understand him, yet I decided to ignore it because I wanted to be selfish and concentrate on how his comments made ME feel, which is probably what he did.

If this same thing had happened four years ago, I would have reacted totally differently. I have changed drastically.

I was slightly sad after talking with him last night, but only then did I realize that I was mean to him last week, in perhaps a slightly irrational way. just a little.

I have my cruel moments.

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