I went with Katy for a drive to Loews and we saw Rob Frey and Mike Cascio in a car with a few other boys. The latter waved. I waved, blushed, then moved as the light turned green so that we could reach our destination. We saw Abandon, that new movie with Katie Homes and saw DanDan and Justin outside the theatre as we were exiting. Only god knows what those boys were doing in our neck of the woods. I said my hellos with an honestly shocked expression on my face, half of my being jumping for joy; the other bracing itself, just waiting for the dogs to be let loose. I don't like being surprised by people that I have a less than stellar past with. Oddly enough, Dan was the first to notice me. He smiled, I gave him a hug. At least, I think I did. Some of that night is blurry. To make an utterly long and boring story short, somehow I got him to admit that he was a dick and he gave it to me in writing. If you want to see the proof, ask tomorrow. Or the day after. It brings a smile to my face.
Saturday was slow. Everyone was busy, too busy to go shopping with me for a Halloween costume. I settled for seeing Steeeeeve at Friendly's.
Sunday I went to the Breast Cancer Walk at Jones Beach. Remind me sometime that waking up at seven to be at the beach to start walking at eight is not a happy thing to do. It should really be made illegal. I really need to get more sleep, but there's never enough time in the day. As a testament to that, I guarentee that I'll still be working on my AP homework until about eleven or twelve tonight. I hate writing essays. I feel like the words never come out quite the way I want to express them, kind of like my ideas are being surpressed. Maybe that's why I have to spend so much time doing them and then checking them over again, even though I know that no matter what I do, I'll never be satisfied with how it came out. As is the life of a perfectionist.
More stuff on Sunday was that I went shopping with Cathy. I love that girl; we got semi-matching Halloween costumes. I got these really awesome black feather wings and she got red ones, along with some really cool clothes from Hot Topic. I'm going to be the anti-angel... or the atypical angel, as I like to say. This should be fun, to show off my darker side. I really think that people have no way of understanding my multi-faceted personality. God, I sound like a hair commercial.
Sometimes I wonder if anyone else really reads my ramblings. No one comments, not even on that really weird entry I wrote yesterday. Hrm.