Chronicle, and the return of winter

Winter is here, maybe for real this time. Last night it started snowing when I was driving over to Scott’s and I thought it was just flurries, but later when I looked out the window the ground was totally coated. I texted Emily about it, feeling kind of romantic, but she didn’t really get back to me. She had been really distant this week for whatever reason, even though she was coming up to Cockeysville to stay with her parent’s for her mom’s birthday. At first, I was like:

“Hey, I could drop down and visit you this weekend.”
“No, that’s ok, I’m coming up your way to visit my mom.”
“O, cool. Well, it will be awesome to see you.”
“Yeah, I mean, it’s my mom’s birthday and I have a lot of homework and shit to do.”
“Oh.”

That was probably a bad sign, but she’s not always the best at communicating.

So Saturday came and after work there was more light snow. Emily invited me to this concert with she and her parents, but it was $25 and I’ve been trying to save money all week by not eating lunch out and the concert would totally completely cancel it out. So I backed out, but said we could hang out afterward.

Instead, I went up to see Chronicle with Scott. He has a whole bunch of free movie and popcorn coupons, so it was basically free. The movie was great, but then during the final fight scence, the projector cut out. We could still hear the action and I was thinking, “is this just part of the movie?” But eventually the sound kept playing but the picture never started back up. Then everything just got shut off. Really trippy, especially with the timing and the ‘found footage’ camera work style. It felt like “Andrew” knocked the picture out with his powers.

So the movie ended and Emily had texted me. We texted a little bit and I said, “hey, should I come over?”

She said, “Fus ro Dah!” like in Skyrim. I was wondering, “is that a yes, or what?” Kind of seemed funny. So I texted her to say I was dropping by, just quickly to say hi. Then, she just stopped answering. Wouldn’t answer her phone or texts. It had only been like twenty minutes, but I was sitting out there. Then, I started thinking, “Fus Ro Dah” is what you shout to blow stuff away. Maybe she was telling me to leave her the hell alone.

I’m so confused right now. Ugh, I hate February so much. I know it’s not all your fault, arbitrary time keeping unit, but with is month number 2 always so lame?