And arms folded over the breast -
Let's reminisce for a moment, here.
Owen: "Hello?"
Me: "Hey; I need some money for a co-pay to get some medications..."
Me: "...can I get it from you?"
Owen: "Sure."
Me: "...okay... where are you right now?"
Owen: "I'm five minutes away from getting on a plane."
Me: "What?"
Owen: "Yeah. It's a private plane. Got to go."
*ahem* WHAT THE HELL!?!
I'm going to go ahead and freak out now because of the following:
1. I am so not ready to start this with him. Tell him to back off. I'm scared. I'm very, very scared. Especially after what happened last time, there's no way in hell I'm going to do this.
2. Finals are coming up and I just missed three days of school because of health problems. Weren't these supposed to go away once I did what I was supposed to do?
3. I think I may be regressing.
4. J'ai mal a la tete.
5. The internet at Robert and Amy's is on the fritz. I'm not okay with this!!!
On another note, I saw Art School Confidential. It started out funny but it just ended up weird. I didn't like it too much. I am interested to see Thank You for Smoking, The Davinci Code and Little Miss Sunshine, though. Anyone want to see them with me?
Bug; I heart you lots. I want to hang out with you sometime. It's been way too fucking long. Tell Turbo to get off his lazy wench ass and do the fucking dishes already... for me. And say hello to Punky, too.
Thespian inductions tonight. Don't come. They're boring.
- As Always -
Tucker