So how 'bout that storm last night, eh? Andy and I were watching Queer as Folk and he was going to leave and the fucking door like violently blew open...and he stayed for awhile. After it was over, I took Bella out, and there was a huge ass stick on the porch and the little helicopter things were everywhere. It was pretty ridikalus. I guess 85 mph winds have that affect on trees and whatnot.

I really like thunderstorms. I like to sit outside and watch them roll in and watch the sky turn orange. That's like my favorite. Dad and I used to go outside right before a big storm and he'd convince me to not chicken out and go inside when the thunder got house-shaking loud.

Last night was scary though. I don't like loud wind and tornados tie with floods in my book for scariest weather. Indiscriminate destruction is what that is.

Another thing that pissed me off last night=I turned on the porch light when I took Bella out, within 30 seconds a motherfucking goddamn disgusting stupid awful junebug was flying into the light.

Summer has arrived.

Today Ryan and I went and saw Prince Caspian. It was hands down, without question the best $8.75 I have ever spent on a movie. I don't know exactly what it is or how they do it, but those movies are so captivating and just fucking perfect...I felt like crying in the middle. Nothing sad was even happening, it just felt like a perfect moment and that might deserve tears. Sometimes.

Anyway, what I'm saying is, way to go Disney. You are boss.

In other news, I read The Perks of Being a Wallflower this week. My response=Jesus, no wonder everyone is so freaking emo in this town. I feel like people take the wrong message from it, but I guess that would be easy to do. It wasn't meant to be depressing, but I probably would have done the same thing if I'd read it 2 or 3 years ago. It was ok, maybe 3/5.

I feel weird being home. Not so much uncomfortable weird, just different weird. Like I've gotten so much older and this town hasn't aged a bit. This past week felt like a month, not because I was bored by any means,...I dunno, maybe life is just slower here. But holy crap there's still SO MUCH summer ahead of me. What to do with all that time? Answer: What is work?

We got a Mexican restaurant now, so I suppose that's something. Yeah for culture.

In conclusion, there was a disappointing lack of blood in There Will be Blood. Really, I can think of many better ways to spend 3 hours, but at the same time it was a really good movie and worth watching just to really appreciate the last like 10-15 minutes. For shiz.

I quit dating. Boys, girls, I'm done with them all.

Fuck emotional connections
and cuddling
and meeting friends
and flirting
and calling each other boyfriend/girlfriend
and every other goddamn thing that goes with a relationship.

I hereby resign myself to one night stands and being a make-out whore when I'm drunk.

And cats when I'm old.

Lots and lots of cats...