Can't love no other

Love is a funny, old thing. Actually, I could've written "funny old" or "funny, old," because it's both. Yes, that comma makes a large difference.

A friend of mine has been having this on-going ordeal with an exboyfriend who's giving some rather curiously-confusing signals about their relationship. She wants back in, but he maintains that he's not ready for the relationship -- or whatever.

Love is, in my opinion, just a human thing, of course. It's only between humans. How can it be anything else? 'Love' is just what someone labels their feeling for someone else, so, by its definition, surely it's purely individual -- right?? I don't know; I'm just speculating. This is all speculation. What is it... really?

I definitely maintain that it's between people only and what it is is down to a person's individual mutation of their reality. I'm supposed to be 'in love' at the minute, but I don't know. What I have for him (Zarith) is probably 'love,' of some sort, but it's only the love I can feel for him at this stage in my life.

It's a complicated thing. You know, it's like... Mean. Love is mean. It plays with all that you are and all that you do, but only because, as I say, it's human and personally so. It sticks with you because it's your own interpretation of your feelings for that person, whom you love.

How is someone supposed to know what love is? How does someone know? How can you tell when you're 'in love?' How can you tell that what you feel for whom you're with now won't ever be surpassed? How can you tell it's the most intense you'll ever feel? Or is 'love' the name for 'the most intense yet?'

Answers required. This isn't rhetoric.
Rambly.

Banker!!!

Why has it been so hard for me to pay my goddam credit-card balance?!

This is ridiculous. I only used it once to buy some milk and stuff - ages ago - and it was £2.50. The interest (6pence!) has mounted up. I can't seem to pay it.. I know it's payable online, but I dunno how!!

O woe!

Memery

This. is. all. very. exciting.

Can't say I've been privvy to all this bloggery before.. But I was reading away and I found memery. So I've imported a feed from questionoftheday so that I can join in, etc.

Fun.

Durham-Durham, some 80s rock-band, eh?

So it's like Sunday now.

On Friday, I got home from having gone to play background music with the music class to find the long-awaited letter from Durham sitting on the dining table. Mum had announced it before I found it. I'd known before that something had finally happened with my application to Durham cause I checked on their website and it informed that my application had got past the 'department' stage, so I was just waiting for a college to accept me.

I opened the letter and it said they've found me a place. I was happy.

I sent my application of to universities on 28th November, 2006, and I hear back from my least-fave two on the 13 and 14th of December then they make me wait right up until the 8 and 9th of February to hear from my top two! They came in twos, which was, actually, slightly annoying, if I'm honest. Which I am. Mostly.

Then yesterday morning, in a fit of rashness, I decided I'd reply to my university offers. I've placed Durham as my first choice - their offer was ABB (with a B in German) - and Leeds as my insurance, cause their offer was nice and low (BBC with B in German). I think I may have chosen an insurance too low, cause if I only mess up my exams a little bit, but still miss ABB, I'll have to go to Leeds, when perhaps, had I got BBB, I could've put Exeter as my insurance...

Does this make sense?

Yes.