Mood: Bittersweet.
Music: " Across the Universe" - Rufus Wainwright
I'm not at all impressed with Carly. I was so happy to see her back from the north-eastern part of the country, but you know what? Whatever flame of hope and excitement I had before about meeting her has been absolutely extinguished. I wanted a hello.
She got a drunken beach trip.
I'm so disappointed in her. Disappointed in Amber. Amber really thought that we all had lives that we could adjust at whim. What a terrible thing to assume.
Alex Cortes goes out of his way to watch tyrants be hanged.
How despicable.
People, you aren't at all very impressive. No matter how terrible any man is or how horrible the deeds he has performed, NO ONE'S, absolutely NO ONE'S, death should be made into an entertainment. Thank you for disappointing me, classmates.
Sam Heinz from my Academic Decathlon class has kind of inspired me, though. He goes out of his way to overcome his fears... like skydiving to get over his fear of heights. That's amazing to me. I'm not brave enough to face a car crash though. Argh.
"You're not afraid of the gun; you're afraid of the bullet hole."
Wish I remembered her name. She had some good things to say.
Anyways, yesterday afternoon was amazing. Logan, Travis, Nathan, Maria and I = an afternoon of retardation and amazement. Had lunch with the boys at IHOP (I couldn't eat properly, we threw water at one another and were just ridiculous, etc.) and then we went to Barnes and Noble, almost killing ourselves crossing the street. It was pretty fucking ridiculous. Ha. Looked at random books in the science fiction/fiction area (talked about James Patterson books with Nathan; it was kind of nice. A random guy in the same aisle subtly broke into our conversation, and though he excused his behavior, I thought it was charming and kind of neat.
(If you're going to connect with anybody else, you're going to have to interject yourself into other people's lives somehow, right?)
After reading our astrological fates (not that Nathan and I would be able to know; March 24th and May 17th weren't mentioned anywhere, ha) we went to the music (book) section, and found the 52 Creepiest Love Songs Ever. Oh my God, it was freaking hilarious. "Love is just another word for I want to eat your liver." It was effing hilarious.
Maria eventually showed up at, like... 2:15 or 2:20. Decided to walk to Target and play hide-and-go-seek and some good Target/Starbucks goodness. It made me smile. We were all being ridiculous... and after a good period of hanging out and sharing each other's food and drink (a frap, black tea lemonade, and sea food leftovers), we retreated back to IHOP, waited for Travis's parents to pick him up, and then Logan drove me and Maria to my place to hang out for a little bit. Logan almost killed us; it was kind of funny.
The entire afternoon was kind of tense for me, though. I had fun, don't get me wrong, but I know I overstepped my own personal boundary for flirtation.
Anatha = slut. Fo' serious.
I love Ian above all else, though. That's all that matters. I just hope that I didn't imply too much. Ah, well.
I love listening to music that is so beautiful that you feel that you must cry, and your chest starts to swell up from the inside and out. Like Andy Samberg's lung after Steve Carrell got finished with him.
And, my kidney has been hurting since last night. I'm not sure what to think of it. It's just a little sore. Icky.
Going to Jay's tonight, and I will probably inevitably see Carly.
Ha.
Whatever.
Need to pick out a new book. Finished Impulse by Hopkins last night at about three in the morning. Enjoyed it, really. Bah.
I'll have a good day, damn it. It is a good day. :D
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