Circus Maximus makes everything better. This weekend consisted of me doing nothing on Friday night, while my best friend worked, and the rest of my 'friends' went to Zach's house, in which I was not invited. I suppose I just never caught wind of the subject at school. Yesterday was better. Me, my mom, and all the younger kids went to the library and then got subs from my friend's work. After this, I went with a friend to lake onario and we walked around for a bit in the freezing rain. It was actually quite relaxing and I enjoyed our conversation. We ended up driving a man who's car broke down into town, at which point I pulled my comrade aside and pointed out that this was a scenario just like those from Criminal Minds. I said that we should not give him a ride, because he was too nice and he was going to kill my friend, Sam, and rape me. He rolled his eyes at me, a small smile playing across his lips.
"Relax, Molly, I got this," he said in an extremely sarcastic tone. So we took the man to his friends' house and everything was fine.
Sam and I then commenced to be pulled over where we were accused of having pot on our persons and badgered by the officer for being the ages we were and hanging out together. Silly Sam told the officer this:
"Don't worry officer, I'm not her boyfriend. We're just friends. She has a girlfriend." Why thank you, Sam. That is just what I wanted him to think.
Having nothing to charge us with, the officer was forced to let us go, and I spent the night at my absolute best friend's house, Cassie.
Here is why I love Cassie:
1. We are always thinking and feeling the same things.
2. No one ever appreciates our sense of humour but each other.
3. She listens to what I have to say and is sympathetic.
4. I can say anything I want around her and completely be myself.
5. She adores me for who I am(:
Today I went with Austin to get his tux for prom. (An affair I am absolutely not excited to attend and absolutely abhor!) He told me that we couldn't actually spend time together today, even though it is Sunday, the day of the week in which we always hang out. The rest of the weekend we do whatever the fuck we want see each other in school during the week. I was quite put off, especially because his explanation was that he was tired from soccer and he had to get his tux. I already knew this wasn't true.
I looked him in the eyes and informed him that he should simply tell me that he's going to a friend's party, involving other friends, some girls. I already knew, thanks to Cassie. He looked a bit embarrassed and admitted that yes, that was why. Why couldn't he just tell me, instead of lying, I asked. I wouldn't have cared, I just do not appreciate being lied to. I keep telling myself that I don't mind that his friends don't like me, because why should they? I'm just a senior with them this year, when I should be a junior. I can't simply expect them to like me. I also understand that people rarely like couples at their parties. I am not well-known nor well-liked by them, but still, I am tempted to be depressed by the entire situation. Austin and I will spend time together if I can make time for it. I'm not mad at him for the entire party incident. I understand that he didn't want me to be upset about not being invited. I'm merely disappointed because he's blowing off our day together, which we had established a policy in which we would not do such a thing. Oh well, I know he still loves me; I can tell by the way he looks at me, the way he whispers it. The only reason I put up with his nonsense, I feel the same way. I feel it makes up for how extremely depressed and moody I myself become. It is not rare.
So now I sit on the floor in my room recording this extremely useless information, putting off the job of cleaning the stairs, foyer, and my room.