Back in London from my 24 hr-ish excursion to Mississauga.  Just hung out with Steph and Van; ate some; laughed some...mmm, demetres...

I wasn't too productive hw-wise...yet...I still have all of today...we'll see...but I MUST get math out of the way and get started on that writing essay thing...grr...I can't related to any of the six topics he gave us to write about! oy...

It was Nachelle's bday on Thursday, and we all (8M and her other friends) went to GTs...(earlier that day, Kalen and Hana were out, and they came back and said they saw a guy getting into a cab on crutches...so they thought it was Mike)...it all started with Brian, Kalen, Nachelle and I going in a cab to GTs.  The line was super long in the front, so Kalen and Nachelle went to the back to see the line there.  about 10 minutes later, Dean and Nachelle came to the front to look for Brian and I and told us to go to the back.  We got there, and the security guy told us that we could not join them in line (they were halfway thru the line, with a couple of 8M and 4U people), and Dean couldn't go back either - Nachelle was let in because it was her b-day.  and so Sohel came to talk to Dean, but he wasn't' let back in either. but after a while, Dean and Sohel snuck back into the line further up when the security guy wasn't looking (and also, they change every 30min or so, so it was easier that way).  Brian was talking to a couple ppl behind us in line; a couple of 8M people came and i left the line to go behind 2 groups of ppl to stand with them...and then like, 10 min later, Vanessa came, but was all by herself, so we left the line to stand with her.  Soon after, Brian snuck into the middle of the line to where nach and all them were.  Anyway.  So, we (Paula, Cheryl, Vanessa, me) waited about an hour (I think I waited 1.5 - 1.75 hours total) and got to the door half an hour after the others got in.  I gave the guy my ID first, and got in.  Vanessa gave him hers, but they didn't let her in because it didn't look like her.  Since Cheryl and her were roomates, she left with Vanessa, and then Paula gave him hers, and since she's from Alberta, he asked for another piece of ID, but she didn't have any (she had originally taken a cab there, and had to go all the way back to get her ID, whcihc she had initially forgotten, and then came back...costed her $25 for that whole thing), so they didn't let her in.  So I was the only one in of the four...:? but I went in anyway, cause everyone else was there.  I wanted to look for Mike, but I went to look for Kay and Nach first.  We got a couple of drinks (a shot, and an actual drink), and while we're drinking the drink, Sohel comes by and said that we were gonna go to the phoenix...like, 5min after I get into the door! argh! :x so I didn't even get to say hi to my former 8M floor...so we went, and had to pay cover, and holy crap it was PACKED in the Phoenix! like, I've never been shoved, pushed or smushed so much!  oy...I didn't really like it there; too many ppl, didn't like the music, too many asian ppl...lol....and no chance Mike was there...sigh...so yeah...we prolly spent about 1-1.5 hrs there? then we headed home...and that's my story of that night basically.
But then, that night, I had a dream; I was at GTs, and for some reason, our drinks came in those cardboard drink trays u normally get thru drive-thrus.  Before we left the place, I went to the back to recycle the tray, and I saw Mike there to recycle his tray as well - while still on crutches.  We talked a bit, can't remember about what...and we walked back to our apartment.  He met my roomates, and we went to my room and we just talked. That's all I remember, but I remember waking up content, yet annoyed that we didn't stay at GTs longer.  I really wanted to see how he was doing.
As I told Catherine that night, I need to let go.  I know that he's definately no longer interested. So why waste my time.

I linger too much in the past. What if this happened? what if that happened? what if I had done something different? It's too late now, but I still have these thoughts.  I think I'm just scared, and hold onto whatever I can.