that was pretty cool

it's a good feeling, moving on. i mean, i've moved on mentally... but it's taken me a little while to muster the courage to actually, physically, move on (if you know what i am getting at....). but i did it (no pun intended). and it was nice to have a completely honest understanding about what was going on.
fine, fine, i'll tell the story.
so there was a dude that i met in florence but hadn't seen in a year. we were two out of the five smokers out of 100 something students so naturally we became friends. he's cool. he's nothing like me. but we got along because, like i said, he's just.... cool (i.e. he smokes a lot of dope.. ha, just kidding, kinda). i had a boyfriend at the time but despite that, he and i always had some kind of weird... thing. i mean, not really, but, eh it's hard to explain. i guess it's just that we smoked cigarettes together? hahahah. lame. anyway, so i went to visit my friends from study abroad (which includes him). we didn't have to do too much analysis about what was going on between us because we genuinely care for each other but both know that nothing serious is going to come of what happened--our understanding was totally in balance and that's something really good to have in these situations.. or any situation for that matter.
i just hope he didn't think i was a conceited bitch when i said i didn't care about the super bowl. but seriously, who really cares about the super bowl?
(the answer to that question depresses me thoroughly... but, i suppose at least people care about SOMEthing, right?)