Is the SHIT Sugar Free?

I decided I wanted to blog before I went to sleep. So I shall.

I visited UofM this weekend!! It was sooo fun, especially since we beat them!! I stayed with Courtney, who I hadn't realized I missed so damn much! We just get along really well. We hung out, went shopping, smoked hookah, and played a rousing game of Taboo (which explains my title, a nice little inside joke). I got to see not only my Michigan people, but my Dino and my Indy!! It was a really fun weekend.
Sunday I got to actually talk to Luke though. I knew I wasn't gonna see him because it was the boys' time. I was actually kind of worried about how it would be actually chilling with him for awhile. I didn't know what I would feel or say or do. I hadn't seen him since my open house! I kept wondering if I was going to be angry when I saw him, because I hadn't really been at all. When the time actually came all went pretty well, until he just HAD to say something about my lip ring. Now, this is something we never agreed on from the very day I told him I wanted one. He, as a person and as my friend, is entitled to his opinion. However, I have heard it enough times. I don't need funny stories, I don't need asshole smiles followed by "It does look really shitty though." I don't need ANY of it. And Mike's punk ass can shut the FUCK up about it. I don't care if they discussed it one time. Yes, he is also entitled to his opinion. However, we do not have the kind of friendship where I care to hear his opinion on my appearance. I don't care what anyone thinks. But for him to think that I actually have the desire, to hear anything remotely related to an opinion about me come out of his mouth, is just absurd. He is an unwarranted annoyance in the sea of people who don't like the way I look. At least other people know that they don't have the right to say anything to me. He must not understand that though.
Anyyyway, back to seeing Luke. I saw him and I don't recall a certain feeling. It was nice to see that familiar face I once loved. But he's not "my" Luke anymore. He's Luke, my friend. Seeing him just really confirmed in me that I'm over it. I let myself just release anything I was holding on to. The guy is happy, and so am I. I think parts of me are really better off. I think parts of me are better because of him. I finally feel like I learned from that relationship, and the break up, and I'm just a better me because of it. I know what I don't want in my next relationship. I know what I do. There are some characteristics of Luke that I really hope to find in someone else. And others I never want to see again...but isn't that how it goes for everyone? All I can really say is that I'm glad I got to see him, not only because I missed my friend, but because it helped me confirm things for myself that needed confirmation. I know for sure that I'm just fine with my life, past and present.
I'm happy. :]