And now it's sad cuz all I miss wasn't that good to begin with...

I've slacked off for a couple days. Sorry to all the regular readers.....if there is such a thing. Anyway. On Thursday, I went out for lunch with my parents to Delicado's. I love Delicado's. Especially since that really hot guy works there. He works at Value Village too, and one time he gave Tracey and I a huge discount on our stuff, so we bought him a soda and told him he looked hot. After lunch, we window shopped for a bit, and then headed home. I sat around until it was time to go to work. Wendy's was a lot better this time because I'm really starting to get the hang of the burger making. Catherine worked with me for an hour, so that made it enjoyable too. I worked on Friday morning, and afterwards, I hung out in the mall for an hour until Jason got off, so he could drive me home. Later on, we made plans to hang out and before he came over, Catherine showed up with.........SUPEROWL! Yeah. She helped Ian move out and stole it back for us. He's in my room right now. I had fun with him in the yard when Rine was over. When Jason showed up, I left with him to go to Nick's. When we got there, we played a game of frisbee with Miles, Cory, Dave, Danielle, and Jackie. When we got tired (about 15 minutes), we decided to head to Piper's Lagoon to hang out. Shane came along, and Cory and I had a dueling match with bikes and brooms to fight over Jason's front seat. I won. We headed to McDick's first to get food. I got free ice cream from Jen, and accidentally spilled it in Jason's car. I couldn't stop laughing. On the way to the beach, we rolled down the windows and listened to Van Halen really loud and I just smiled and thought 'Finally, summer is here.' It's not really summer yet, but the feeling was definitely there. Piper's was beautiful. We sat in the trees and walked on the edge of the cliffs and ate McDonald's and talked and laughed and threw shit. Then we walked around the island, and as we were heading back, the sun was setting. The sky was orange on one side of the lagoon, and on the other side, the water was mixed shades of purple and blue. It was so pretty, and the weather was great. I was in a t-shirt and felt fine. When we got back to Nick's house, the band had to go to a cambie gig, so Jeremy drove Danielle and I home. Just as we were leaving, Jason started to get sick. He was rapidly losing his voice. Not good. I hope I didn't give him anything; I'm known to share drinks almost obsessively. Well anyway, work was awesome today. I had a lot of fun. I'm really getting along with everyone. It's such a great place to work. If you don't get involved in the politics, then you're fine. Just as I was leaving, I heard Van Halen in the shipping room. Too bad Jason wasn't there to hear it. From work, I rode my bike to Caledonia clinic to see the doctor. I told him about Cara having mono, and about me being sick for so long. He was really rushed and I found it irritating. He scribbled some shit on a piece of paper and said, "This doesn't sound like mono. I want you to get a blood test. Go to the clinic across the road." I almost shit myself. For those of you who don't know; I am deathly afraid of needles. With snakes and waterfalls, it's a different story. I can watch a waterfall or pick up a snake, but needles: no. I handed the paper to the clinic nurse and she told me to sit in a little office. It reaked like hospital. That invading sterile stench that just sends goosebumps up and down my spine. As soon as she came in and prepped the needle, I started tearing up. I'm such a pathetic little baby. I cried and I could tell she was just like, "Oh god, here's some 18 yr old crying over a needle." She was nice, though. I left the office with tissues clutched in my hand and a bandage on my arm, and rode my bike home. So today has been a mix of good and bad. Mostly good, though.

Old Guy called me last night and I talked about New Guy. He said I could talk to him and he would be supportive, but he wasn't. He was in Vancouver, and he couldn't talk for long. I left the conversation more upset than I was when I started it.

Here we go again. I start to be ok with ignoring you, and you do all these things to push yourself back into my main frame of mind. I would be happier if you didn't touch me at all. I don't care if you're trying to be friendly, because for me, it's different. Why do you have to be so addictive just when I think I've recovered from your high?




"With my foot on your neck I finally have you right where I want you."
-The Used