Noodles

I cut my hair today. Almost didn't stop too. I think it looks alright. It won't look really alright until it grows out nice and long. This weekend I'm spending it with my mom. I'm not really sure what to do with her, except see a movie. It's been miserable weather wise, at least in the view of anyone active. In my case I'd call it glorious. On the way to Walmart there were streets who could declare their own lakes. Cars were up to their knees in water.

On a side note, I'm in a riff. I almost want to refrain from describing, but.. this is a blogspot, so here goes. I know there are people worthy of affection, mine in particular, however I can't get it out. It's hiding or something.. Pouting? Sulking? Whatever. At first I liked this affection-less freedom, but now I've grown slightly worried. There are people who put ants(butterflies) in the pit of my stomach, but it's not the same. I can't explain why not, but it feels lacking to me.

Anyways, movie time. I'll continue this another time.

Continuing.--

Alright, so I watched When Harry Met Sally with a good friend, but all the while was secretly, not so secret anymore, arguing with another friend. And what might you ask about? The measurement of attraction and my uncomfortable reactions to sexual suggestions. If I say I'm uncomfortable with it, wouldn't you stop? Or at least try? Well, I'm trying to figure out why he didn't, especially considering what a generally honorable guy he is. Either way, I told him to go away even if I didn't really want him to. Knowing how stubborn he is, he probably won't come back. Me being prideful, I probably won't ask him back. But we'll see.

Switching to progress in other areas. My mom spoke to the realtor, and things are moving forward so far as leaving my step-dad in the dust. I'm technically done with my pathetic past, for the most part.. I still feel awful when I ponder it. Knowing it, it'll probably hit me good later. Aaron isn't mad at me, but I still feel some kind of awkwardness. Most likely hes disappointed. As for movie night, I'll talk to my mom about hosting and changing the day from Tuesday to a weekend night to make it more convenient. You won't ruin it this time, James you bastard!

I'm off to read One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest -- fairly good book.