Throw Down Your Umbilical Noose So I Can Climb Right Back

11.05 pm.
In the hall.
Listening to "Come As You Are"
by Nirvana.

My brother and sister are on the sofa watching (of all shows) 'High School Musical'.
10 mins into the show
and already I felt like blowing up the tv,
getting on
the plane
and flying over to the States,
and tracking down those male dancers
AND beating the living daylights out of them.

Sweet mother of- sigh.

Anyway, I was watching CSI last night...
the little girl was the sole survivor.
Her entire family had been killed.

But you know what's worse?
I... almost...cried!
Damn!
My brain was screaming "What the hell is going on??".

Mann.. that was freaky.

Well, I'm supposed to be
meeting up with Dyla tomorrow night.
Sent her a message to change the time.
And, until now, there's no reply.
Not yet.
I hope.

Normally, this wouldn't bother me,
but yeah, you guessed it, it's happened before.
If she doesn't reply to my message a day before
we're supposed to meet up,
that usually means we're not meeting up. Period.

Still, it would be nice if she'd actually TELL
me first.
Sheesh.

And yet, I'm still nuts about her.

Ahh... screw you.

Well, enough of that