"False. You Did?"

Mood: Awake; studious.
Music: "Beautiful Lie" - 30 Seconds to Mars

So, I have spent most of the day just randomly texting Nathan, and in a way I've gotten to know him a little better. Trying to get together with him this weekend; hopefully that'll work out.
Travis, you and I need to do something soonish, too.

Pissed Cassie off. She doesn't know me well enough yet, and I obviously don't know her. We'll give it a little bit more time, though, and we'll see where that goes.

Starbuck died over the weekend while we were gone, and thinking about my sister's reaction almost made me have an aneurysm... plus some of the stuff that Cassie said just kind of engraved itself in my head. She should know what a wuss I am-- I mean, she doesn't know me too well (other than my flailing spider monkey antics and fascination with Soviet Russia), but... she's the one giving me bitch lessons. Didn't mean to not make my sibling a core part of the conversation, I was trying to keep her out of it (it only seems that Cassie and I talk about random or sad things... thought she would be more sympathetic towards an animal, anyways). But... God, some of the stuff she said just hurt.

Anyways, summer school is as lame as ever. I'm disappointed in my 98-- the class is easier than that.

Ian went home sick from work today, so I am hoping that he'll feel better for tomorrow.

Oh, and real quick:
The three objects that have caused me to go to hell within the past three years?

• Dylan
• Aryn
• Lee

They might be gone for good now. All around the same time.
I have never been so happy to see so many important people leave. AND ALL AT ONCE. It's fucking amazing.

The trip to Snyder wasn't all that bad, either:

Thursday: Diet Mountain Dew, Smarties, 5+ hours in dad's car, Hank the Cowdog, 80's Hair Metal, ticket, told Dylan to GTFO, found out Lee left about five months ago, and grandfather and Francis.
Friday: Grandfather and Francis, July 4th carnival (Kamikaze = Cassie [sibling] and I began screaming the Momiji Song to keep ourselves from freaking out-- It was amazing), PSP, scribbling, etc.
Saturday: Pool, star gazing, reading, silly stuff.
Sunday: Drove home, pissed Cassie off, got ready for school, slept.

And yeah.

Not too bad of a week.
Could be better. But not too bad at all.