Posted 10:48 by Tycho

Ok, since I have nothing better to do than sit down and sweat my ass off here...

Made it to Nick's graduation, but Chuck was acting like a little child. After it was over, we went down onto the field and greeted him, Dickie (who is still the biggest pimp ever), Russ, and a few others. Dickie's girlfriend gave him the strangest look because he gave me this wicked big hug. Twice. And Russ then had a Freudian slip in front of Dickie's girlfriend, sister, and parents, concerning a dog balloon.

Afterwards, it was out to Brigham's for ice cream, where Chris was reunited with Natalie. Once done there, off to Victory, so we could use the damned restrooms, and Chris could get that monstrous gatorade. Bill and Eric went home afterwards. Chris and I walked to his house, and I tried refusing a ride home so I would have to walk (and give me a chance to do something else). He insisted, and I agreed it probably wouldn't be the safest thing for me, because my eyes were still extremely dilated (to the point where you couldn't see any of the green in my eyes...that was fucking scary). On the way home, I learned that if he ever ran for president, I'd vote for him.

Once home, sorta chilled out for a while. Wanted to call Janine right away, but for some reason my parents don't want me talking on the phone with a girl. I mean, they have no problem when Chuck calls and chews my ear off for two and a half hours, but if it's a girl, it's a whole different story. I wonder if they think that I'm gay.

Anyways, eventually I get the chance to call, but I got shitty reception on my cell phone. I don't know why I got into this really really dark mood all of a sudden. Actually, no, that'd be a lie, I know EXACTLY why I got into that mood, it's just that whatever it was shouldn't have bothered me at all...I'm too fucking paranoid. I'm sorry Janine...I know I wasn't the best company for you last night...Oh, and by the way, for saying that you were going to say something, I thought it was a little amusing that you didn't tell me what it was you were going to say. Again, I'm sorry.

Feel like my heart is sort of ripped out right now. Well, mistakes can be fixed, and I'm hoping to get the chance to remedy that one tonight.

In other news...it's too damned hot out...let's see...89, feels like 92. Well, that means I won't be running today, because I actually would collapse and die. I've got someone to live for, so dying is something I'd like to avoid. Also, not running has the added benefit of not having to suffer from nipple burn today. Though I'd prefer nipple burn to dying.

The other unfortunate side effect of this heat is that I'm a sweaty ball of Matt. That's right. A sweaty ball of Matt. So, let's sum this up all in one clause: I'm sweaty, sad, and bored. Did I mention sweaty?

Now it's time to stuff my face for the next seventeen hours, and drink plenty of fluids. If I drink the right kind of stuff, my pee will turn colors!!! Like one summer at band camp...nevermind, let's not go there!

Yes, this is what I do when I'm bored. Ramble about shit that no one cares about. Sorry. I'll go shoot myself now. Then watch a few movies.

I hate being alone. 9 days.