It's Friday. I don't care. For some reason, I seem disillusioned with everything. I just don't care about anything anymore. My "friend" Jarret is leaving for Cuba or something next Thursday, so of course, they are going to have a get together at his house this weekend. He told me that it was going to be the whole weekend. I was like, "Hello, Sunday is Mother's Day." And he said he hadn't realized that at the time, because they're going to the movies tomorrow, and on Sunday, they're having a cook out. But the funny part was when he said my mother could come to the cook out. OMFG!! It was too funny! When I told Marcus that, we had a good laugh. I'm not going on Sunday, of course, I'm spending time with my grandparents. I realized that Sunday was May 9. That's the night that ABC is showing Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone with all the bonus footage. And I'm pretty sure there is going to be a new episode of The Simpsons too. I'm going to have to do some major recording. Anyway, I got off topic, the thing is, how do I weasel my way out of tomorrow. Yeah, I know, I probably won't see Jarret for a couple of years, maybe ever, if I get my life together and move on with it, but there is no point in me going. They are going to be very late in picking me up, even if I rode the train to their house, I know for a fact that we would sit over there for hours doing absolutely NOTHING! And to top it off, they want to go see that new Van Helsing movie. Whatever. I only have like $10 to my name, and Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban is getting that. Whenever I go to the movies with them, it is always so horrible, so, using logic, something religion and WWE are very uncomfortable with, I shouldn't go based on the facts that I'm going to have a shitty time, I don't want to see the movie anyway, and I'm already angry for who knows what reason at everything, why set myself up for that. I should have learned the lesson a while ago, but Backlash was the last straw. But the good news is that Jarret is leaving, may the fun and games begin. I think my friend Amar, who's in the army, is coming back from South Carolina soon. Summer is so looking up!
I don't think Shawn is turning heel anytime soon. I'm so very sad about this. *fighting back tears* It's just not fair, all I wanted was for him to be the egotistical, self-absorbed bastard he does so well. Maybe someday. :*(
I'm phasing.