Baby Steps

Tony and my Mom brought the exercise bike over last night, so I'm excited about riding that. The speedometer and odometer and the thing that tells you how many calories you've burned has died, but that's Ok, I guess. It's sitting in the livingroom right now, and it does look like shit sitting there, and I know Carm doesn't want it to stay there, but I'm not sure that I can fit it in my room, either. I wish there was room in the kitchen or something. I'll have to rearrange stuff in my room, I guess. I have more stuff to go through and get rid of Friday when I go to the Salvation Army. I hate that I own so much. I don't know what to do about it, though. I can't get rid of everything, but I can't keep everything, either.

I did text Rob about whether he heard any more about Jon and Kallen, but he said no, not from them and we agreed it's wierd they only told a college aquaintance. Then we just texted about movies and stuff. I thought of the saddest thing the other week, that being that I honestly believed that he would always love me. My faith in all matters is shaken.