"I keep a foam hockey puck in my pocket just in case I see Melissa"

Yesterday was long. I spent my early hours (as in noon-ish) washing the kitchen floor because I was tired of looking at it. Later in the afternoon, Taylor came over and we spent our time being stupid together and just being us. After he left I was picked up by Shae and we went to the mall and looked over movies the were playing. I already knew I wanted to see something scary, and we decided to see Friday the 13th. I've always wondered how you could remake a movie so many times. There was a few jumpy moments throughout the movie; it was mostly fake boobs, blood, and beer. Oh yeah, and basically 101 different ways to die and unrealistic sex. It definitely proved that drugs kill, hell, half the people who died were screaming or crying but I doubt they even knew what was happening. The first thing I did once the credits rolled was laugh. Shae cast me a concerned look, but I reassured him it was just my sadistic nature.

That's another thing. Shae's driving is...well I guess the only way I can describe it is fun. You can tell his car is touchy. I told him I like to be spontaneous and he was about to do donuts in the intersection, but there was another car coming. We spent the next hour sitting in the car in the Vets parking lot talking. Mostly about his college, since there's not much to say about mine. A little later, he drove me home and that was that.

I got about five hours of sleep, then woke up wide awake at 6am. Something was wrong but I don't know what was. I kept tossing and turning and having odd images flashing through my head that made me uncomfortable. So I sat up in bed, and drank some water. I don't remember falling back asleep, but my Dad called my phone at 9am saying he needed me to get over to his house early, and it was hard for me to talk. Of coarse I was tired beyond belief and was awakened from a dead sleep too. He said I had 15 minutes to get ready, and I did my best to be by then. I was. I threw what I needed in my backpack and here I sit. Today wasn't exactly the laid back day at Dads either. I filled the entire day up til about 3pm with nothing but homework and buttered noodles. I didn't allow myself to eat lunch until I reached a certain point in my work. I ended up eating lunch at about 1:30pm. I was quickly getting frustrated quoting politics and not being able to find answers, sometimes taking over 20 minutes to find one. I still have about ten questions on that assignment that, apparently, are all on two pages.

I also nearly got a chance to see Taylor too. But once we started to make plans I knew I wouldn't get my work done if he did come over, so I had to deny him at last minute. I kinda wished/wanted him to just ignore what I said and bike over anyways. Once I got a good slab of my work done, I really wanted to see him and I didn't care what I had to do. I was going to suggest ME driving him home later tonight. My cars license plate's not out of date, and I'll drive slow and, you know, not stupid and the chances of my being pulled over are highly slim. Of coarse if I do get pulled over for some stupid reason, I'll probably be temporarily arrested and my car impounded. And the thought of losing my Lady, was just too much for me...although I could have still done it.

Something amazing finally happened the other day: I discovered a small room in my house no one knew was there. We have a portion of the house that my Mom and I call the crypt, or the tomb, it's a cubby hole in the wall of the basement pantry where we store our Christmas decor and such. The ground is dirt so we have wood and carpet covering it. In order for Bay City to insulate our house, they said we have to have everything out of there so they can do that to. Well, that means taking out ALL of the x-mas decor and all the stuff the previous owners had in there. I crawled up into the space and started handing my Mom nearly twenty panes of glass and screens, then everything else. (Found some antique stuff, really cool). Once the space was empty, my Mom told me to take out the cardboard so we could recycle it. I started with the cardboard that lined the walls, but one piece was firmly stuck. I pulled really hard and it became loose. Behind it was an opening. "Um...Mom?" I said, she came over. "There's another room over here.". She thought that was really cool. Logan brought me a flashlight and for some reason, my Mom made me wait til Senior saw it first before I could go in. Once I got the okay, I went in with the crank flashlight, and found a room that was about seven feet long by four feet wide. It has a dirt floor with cinder block walls and had nothing in it except a newspaper from January 12, 1940, an empty whiskey bottle, and wood splinters. It kept my attention for about an hour after that. Logan was the only one who stayed down there to help me investigate. It was fun crawling in there and discovering the lost *dun dun dun*.

Also, a few days ago, Matt showed his mug at my house and took some of Nicks baby fish. He stayed quiet in Nicks room and whenever they needed something, Nick called for Cody or Logan, never me. I guess I'm not allowed in Nicks room while Matty is there. Even though I've always been the one to help him with his fish tank. That bothered me. I brought it up to him later and Nick said he didn't do it on purpose. Nah, why would you?