8/25 and 8/26

Naomi, Andrew, Meg, Val, and Shane came over after that to play with my new computer. We watched a “movie” that had music that made the floor shake. 🙂 Around 9, we went to Micky’s. Micky, you have the BEST parties. Talked to some people for a bit, then played forks (I WON! I BEAT VAL!). During that, we harassed Alex. He got us back by playing Chubby Bunny…GROSS. But 10 marshmallows is NOT that many. Silly boy! Shane did a really funny thing with the forks. 🙂 Chris and I threw pretzels at each other. Then Naomi and I took him for a walk. We sat in the street and looked at the lights and talked. I don’t know if it was my place to talk to him about that. I hope I didn’t overstep any boundaries. I really do love him and I want him to be happy. That’s all. We caught a tiny little frog and took him back to scare people with. I wonder where it went…oh well. 🙂 I finally got to talk with Mitch…well, I got to sit next to him, I should say. I hadn’t really seen him all day (maybe a total of 10 minutes, not counting band, because we couldn’t talk at all then, so there was a bit of time after school and such) and I don’t like that. I’m used to seeing him for a couple of hours every day, you know? This is a hard change and I guess I’ll just have to get used to it. I don’t know. I really don’t know. I’m having some confusing emotions and they’re just having a GRAND old time fucking with my heart and mind.

Val, Shane, Kristine, and I left at midnight, car dancing to ghetto music. I burned Val a CD and went to bed around 2.

Saturday started out not too long ago, at noon, with a phone call from Naomi. I got ready and went to Craig for the game. It was raining (not TOO badly), and it was an adventure trying to stay somewhat dry. Alex, Naomi, Chelsi, and I hung out. The ref was being a dick about calling things, and between Mr. Horton and Andrew’s dad (“The Oscar nominees have already been handed out! and “YOU ARE A MORON!”), things were pretty interesting. Mitch played well, scored a goal (the first one of the game), and the team in general played well, but they lost, 5-2. They’d won their first game, though (at 8). So the boys were in fairly good spirits.

Got home from that at 2. The last 3 hours have been devoted to my psych worksheet, my Spanish diary, burning myself a CD, and watching Emeril and Martha Stewart. It’s almost 5:30 and Chris, Shane, and Val should be here soon. 🙂 It’ll be a good night.

Peace out, girl scout.