Day of gatherings.

It started off with a simple plan to go to see the Hulk movie (overly advertised and whored out beyond anything I've seen before). Erin and Aidan agreed to go last night. On the way there we ran into Rachael and brought her a long. WE then found Eric only steps later and brought him along for the ride (but because of the late start of the movie, he had to leave the movie early). We ended up as six all in all. Cheap movies are the best.

Having neighbours is the coolest thing in the world. Rachael, Aidan, Karen and Erin all live within walking distance from the rock that is the Clubhouse. I'll have been here for four years in a week's time. The cheap rent sucked me in, the neighbourhood keeps me here.

I started reading Harry Potter 5 (thanks soooo much again, Grae). I finished Ella Minnow Pea (that's an awesome book). I attended a LAN (which drove me crazy; I wanted to play but my mindframe was smashed into tiny bits). I think it is time that I buy BF:1942 and get some practice in. I can play online with Grae if everyone else fails.

We're (and by we, I mean Erin, Grae and I) trying to convince Aidan to have a birthday party July 4, 2003 (that's a friday) at his new place, with crashing space only three blocks away at the Clubhouse. If nothing else, I'll get Erin to make sure Aidan's home that night and we amass here and walk over to "surprise him". Any takers?

I've got to admit, I've been horrible to most everyone and letting people down left right and center. And for that I am sorry. Since the beginning of summer (early May), my world got mentally smashed around a bit (nothing serious at all) and my obligations have been kept in the wind. I've done what I've wanted to and only that; my GPA took a bit of a dive; I got a B+ and a B- in my last two classes lowering it a good .3. On the work scale of things, I've missed 20 hours so far this semester (12 I intend to make up this week with double shifts). Socially, I know I could have done so much more with people, but I've developed one of those weird "they can call me" attitudes that is ever-so unfashionable nowadays. And then when I finally do decide to be social, I go for the last person who did contact me (or whoever Grae's got a hold of). I've had stories to tell (stories that could never grace Last Time), but rarely the person or time to tell it. I should really stop rambling, it's not helping me much.

I had loads to say, but my fingers aren't carrying it to the screen, so this is what you end up with.

[insert teenage goth poerty, reference Kurt Cobain, and the word candle appears no less than twelve times]