Soubi and I have moved the wedding from June to May, which means there's less than a month to go.

I spent some time in my old dorm room last night, making sure Soubi caught everything when he moved my things to the apartment (I wasn't even around when he did, how rude). It was weird to think I wouldn't be coming back to the room, especially after spending so many months there and going through so many different roommates.

It's going to be lonely in the apartment once Soubi leaves.

( presents for Soubi )

I have yet a new roommate. Maybe this one I'll actually see around.

I have to find formal clothes by Friday.

They've given me another roommate; I wonder if this roommate will stay and if I'll actually meet him. It's sad to go through three roommates without actually meeting any of them.

I believe I've upset my brother. Considering that before he left, I would have done anything to make him happy and he never seemed angry with me at all, the thought that I have made him upset has left me feeling upset in return.

After seeing Seimei, though, I made my way to the cafe for the first time since arriving on campus and realized it's not as bad as someone once told me, and it helped get my mind off of the conversation I had with Seimei. Soubi and Natsuo where there, which didn't surprise me; what did surprise me was seeing Youji. It was nice seeing him again, and knowing that he was going to be around permentantly.

Soubi, I still intend to keep that promise to you.

( private )

Soubi admitted he is a pervert, at least in one aspect. I was pleased that he finally admitted to it (because he is). Natsuo, thank you for the suggestion and for going shopping with me the other day; it went over a lot better than I had expected.

I finally saw Seimei the other night, and immediately afterwards, sought out Soubi, who was, thankfully, back on campus; had he not been around, I was afraid of what my mind would have thought up. It helped to have him tell me the fears planted in my mind by a few things Seimei mentioned were false. Some of those fears still remain, though, lingering after thoughts of 'what if', and I can't help but wonder about the entire situation. Part of me dreads the day the three of us meet face to face.

I have spent too much time during the afternoons and evenings neglecting my studies and taking photographs; consquently, my homework and reading is piling up and my desk is going to end up covered with framed photos of meaningless things. I'll have more photoalbums to fill up too, once I print all of these out.

It's much easier to sleep when curled up next to someone, although becoming reliant on someone else to help you sleep isn't a good idea: when they're gone, it's almost impossible to sleep. If I'm still unable to sleep, I think I'll pick up some sleeping pills on my next trip to the store. Actually, I think I will, because it seems even when I do sleep, I'm plagued by some undescribleable emotion that makes me wonder if something's going to happen soon.