Last night was absolutely wonderful.

I was feeling down because well, dan keeps telling patty he wants to just go out with her (mean while hes' been telling me he wants to just go out with me). So I called Matt (after agreeing to give him my soul if I didnt hang out with him). I haven't been that happy since my sisters sweet 16 with the drag queen's. We went to the pantry diner, he got a bacon and cheese omlet (I called him a pussy for not being man enough to order french toast, like me). Went to Lynbrook to get tickets for the punisher, relised it was an hour and a half till it started. We walked around the block and ended up sitting in my car because it was raining and cold stone was packed. After talking for a while and drawing phalic symbols all over my foged windsheild (Not penis....not haveing sex!) the movie was about to start.

All I can say is, The Punisher was balls. The action sceans were awsome, the plot sucked, John Travolta's role wasn't him. Basically I kept passing out durring it and Matt kept wakeing me up (also his screams of "holy crap thats sexy" managed to let me know something cool was going on, lol). So afterwards we retired to his house where we watched tv (ehehehehehehe). In conclusion, Matt your are incredibly awsome, we have to take over the world together (and call Barnes and Noble damnit!).

ugh w/e I need to say some shit to get off my chest b4 I explode.

Dan is still lieing to me about every thing in general even though I asked him to come clean with stuff so I wont get confused and even more depressed because he can't trust me. That and he keeps saying I get clingy, please define clingy dan. One day its ok to hold your hand the next its a bad thing. It's a bad thing to ask you questions, its a bad thing to talk about any thing we do. I can't help but ask questions and be concerned if it's suddenly a sin to talk and show emotion when one day its ok the next its not. I feel like a fucking whore sometimes because its bad to be around me suddenly. I mean you say you'll never go out with her again, I know u'll never tell me the truth even though u kiss me and tell me otherwise. But whatever, maybe you'll stop talking to me after I post this, maybe you wont. Maybe I'll get on with life in either direction, you or whatever is in store for me. Maybe I'll finnaly figure out what your keeping inside you...or me.