I've done...

I've done okay today. I think I've done a little better than just okay, considering the pain I still feel. I didn't cry. At all. I woke up at 1:30 and called Jess and Chrissy to go to the movies. We left at 3:30 and went to McDonald's before seeing The Butterfly Effect at 4:40. I almost threw something at the screen at one point when Lenny and Kaylee were kissing, because it was just so sweet, and then again when Kaylee died and Ashton (forget his character's name) threw the flowers and the "I'll come back for you" sign in on her coffin. But romance was not the main idea of the movie, therefore not a chick flick or a date movie. It was extremely good, and I fell in love with the psychological aspect of it. I'm so happy that I saw it, even if I hate Ashton Kutcher with a passion. Punk'd is the stupidest show I've ever seen. And honestly, I'm not a fan of That 70's show either. And his character in Cheaper by the Dozen is a total ass and I don't think he's acting in that movie. But anyway, after the movie, we went to WalMart. I saw Micah, Aaron, Mr. Sowards, and Ms. Ellen (just the names I grew up calling the adults) and we said hi. I counted that as 4 Duvalians. We walked in the door and saw Mike and Sam Wright with Danielle Dunlap. Jessica and Chrissy were shocked at the "Mike dating Danielle" aspect of the meeting. After exchanging hello's with them, we went further into the store. A total of 8 Duvalians were spotted, and we were just in there for 5 minutes. Ms. McCormick was # 8. I got an O.C. poster that I'm going to save for my college dorm room, I believe. Or else I'll clean up my walls a little and move some stuff around to find room. By the time I got home, it was already around 8:30, 9. I watched some television, then read my magazine, then got online and updated blurty and check email. Then I got offline to watch more television. I'm incredibly bored. Oh, and my parents bought me two very pretty necklaces that I'm very proud of. They're silver. I like silver. But I think I did pretty good, not throwing sharp objects at happy kissing couples, and not going completely dependant and contacting the dork. I barely even thought of him, except for the dreams I kept having this morning. Those dreams made me sad. I wish I could control my subconscious. I wouldn't have dreams like those anymore. They're not happy like they used to be.Last night at the game was very fun, though. I love watching Aaron play basketball. He's so pretty and funny. But my mom talked to Thaddeus and Sissy. I don't remember all that was told to me, but I do know most of it was bull. He gets mad at me every day? I try to stay away from him as much as possible. I don't even talk to him during band. Heck, anymore, I only talk to Kaela and the other flutes. And that's only because they're close enough to hear my sarcastic and self critisistic comments. I don't even think that's a word, but it's the best I could come up with. And the rest of the day, I don't even see him, unless he comes to the part of the hall we sit in, and I don't say anything unless he stops. And then I usually end up leaving, so as to NOT cause problems, because I know he hates me. So, y'know, not my friggin' fault. Then I was told many different times that he IS going out with Monica. I was told that he DID go to her house after U.B. I was told they were very happy and together all the time. Well, guess what Sissy said! She said that he never went to her house, that they just dropped Thaddeus off somewhere that Dean could pick Thaddeus up. She said that he never went to her house. She said that they weren't dating and that she barely even went to Mark's anymore. She said that he didn't talk to anyone other than Mark on the phone and he didn't go to any one's house other than Mark's. She said that the only reason that he said I was too mature was because everyone else kept telling him that. Everyone else told him I was too old, and he let them influence him. My mom told Sissy that he needed to take into account what people were probably saying to me, and that it would most likely have been much, much worse than just "He's too young." And, trust me, it was. Everyone had horrible things to say about me because of him, and I never let it bother me. I never took into account the way I was seen by everyone else by dating him. The only time I didn't care what people thought, and the only time he did. Hm...Irony?? Yes, my favorite literary device. Irony. Yes, it was a very knowledgable night, and I learned quite a bit, not only about that situation, but many others. It was interesting.