Rock me Joseph Alberto Santiago.
Well, I suppose my last update was a bit random, but that's ok. I was in a good mood, for what it's worth. My weekend wasn't really special, but it wasn't horrid. It doesnt compare to last weekend, however. Amazing how time just zooms past like it owns the town, huh?
So, Thursday night, I worked. I was kicked out early, as I believe has already been established. So, I went to Niki's, which too, was established. Then home alone. Friday was OK. I went to work, after spending a million years by myself, and I worked a bunch of years, like 6, and then Andrew picked me up. It was nice seein him. I also had an interesting conversation with my grandmother about Nick and Derek; it was neat. We went to Emily's house after getting stuff to go with. It wasnt good at all.
Tyler chased me down the street in his car, at 2 AM.
He will die.
Saturday was a work meeting at 9 AM. Then I worked until five years. Some people needed to be tested to make sure they were stable. Havent heard from her since. She pissed me off by not calling. (ANGRY FACE) Went home, to be alone, once more. Sunday, which is today, was church then lunch with Andrew. It was refreshing. I am, yet again, alone. All alone. Nat is with the man's family tonight.
Odd enough, I guess that was on my subconscious, and I had a weird dream that his family were a bunch of zombies, and they were chasing me around trying to look at my armpit, and then Luke was screaming sorry, and trying to get them away. And the leaders were his mom, and Adam. And once they all left me alone, Adam Dean came to say hi to me, shirtless and tan. Not to mention built like Arnold... And Adam Smith was sitting by me, and he was looking at me with a face that said, "I'm going to kill this guy."
And I woke up with the kitten lying on my head. And pictures of that will be updated eventually.
Niki and I may be going to a Haunted House in two weeks. Friday. So, I doubt I'll go to Evan's party. Not a good crowd.
And we might have dates.
Neat-o.