Okay. I've calmed down. I care significantly less now on account of the following conclusions:

1.) I'm prettier than her.

2.) It's a step down.

3.) if she thinks he's good in bed, she's in for some disappointment

4.) There are only so many stories of mine he can continue to rip off in order to impress her

5.) It is very possible nothing is even happening between them.

6.) Even if there is, I am lucky to not be stuck with a pathological liar.

I should take the 80 pounds I owe him, let him keep the stuff I left at his to send back to me, and hope he has fun pretending to be gay when things go wrong with his next "I love you but you're not my girlfriend."

Not that I'm bitter :)

Oh, yeah. I'm back from Ireland. I have had 5 days at home; I head back to uni day after tomorrow to find a place to live.

In the meantime, I am having serious England withdrawls.

Here's to a relaxing summer.

(Honestly, I'm not complaining. I've had a great summer. One day doing nothing would be nice, but oh well.)

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