Drugged Aaron = Space Boy

I chopped all my hair off today. 🙂 Yup, that was fun!

Corey got into town today, and Mitch and I went to go see him. He looks exactly the same as a year ago. That’s pretty cool. 🙂 Taller now, but…still the same old Corey. Still playing with matches and using all the weird slang that I’ve never understood. And still just as pasty as me. But his Southern accent is a little stronger, which cracked me up.

It was a little strange to have both the guys with me. I can’t really explain it, but I wasn’t quite sure where to walk. Does that make sense? It was a tiny bit awkward at first, like a first date (::laughs::), but it quickly got better. Corey likes Mitch, Mitch likes Corey. It’s all good.

We did a TB run, then went to Toys R Us. The great Lego debate continues, surprise, surprise. I wanted to find Aaron to talk to him about Paxil (which I’m on my second dose of, as we speak), so we went to Hope’s, then wound up at Aaron’s house. The whole crew was at Youth Group, his mom told us, so we hung around for a few minutes until Aaron, Hope, Jenni and Jeff got home. Hope and Jenni went for ice-cream while the rest of us sat around and played video games. They got back, then went for a walk. Then Erin and Steph came to get Corey, and Mitch and Aaron went out to tool around with Aaron’s skateboard, and I read while Jeff played Super Smash Brothers Melee. It’s a REALLY cool game (“This level is the name of my car!” 🙂 ) – Game Cube is almost as cool as PS2. 😉 Michelle came over and joined Jeff on the Cube, and the rest of us just hung out until 11.

I only had one “weepy” moment, when Mitch was leaving, and it was the most mild one I’ve had in a LONG time. I’m amazed…there is NO way the Paxil can already be working, it’s just not physically possible. So what was the cause of such a good afternoon? Perhaps it’s my mind set…but I can’t be so sure about that. I’m alone now, so we’ll have to see how the rest of the night goes (I’m sure I’ll be up for a few more hours). I do have “The Perks of Being a Wallflower” to read (again), so maybe that’ll help tonight. I love that book.

I hate that I asked him not to talk about Portland until afterwards. I said, “When you’re back, I WANT you to tell me everything about it.” But right now, my emotional stability just cannot handle that. I hardly think I’m asking too much. I won’t allow myself to think I’ve done something wrong here.