the canucks won the hockey game last night. i watched it till 5 am because of the time difference. being where i was to see it was probably a bad idea, but i behaved better afterwards.

i did everything i was supposed to do yesterday. or rather, since that's not true at all, everything i did yesterday, i was supposed to do. i told c. about f. and we both cried about time, memories, and fickle human hearts.

i've been flirting with one of the bartenders lately, a canadian guy who was dating my friend until a couple of weeks ago. he told me he liked me on tuesday. i can't stop thinking about him, but i told him i couldn't do anything about it, that i wanted to keep hanging out. i don't want to make anybody unhappy, i don't want to hurt f., and i don't want to be that girl always looking for/finding/reveling in drama.

i've been trying to live by that, but there's six games left in the series and he reminds me of home.