I hung out at Brandon's last night and ate pizza (pizza=cheese. cheese=lactose intolerant. lactose intolerant=AH.). It was fun, though. Good times hanging out.
[Haha. 'You want me to be all physically.']
Then we left there and drove around a lot and talked and listened to the R.F.A.D. soundtrack. Our talks are so incredibly random. I mean, they (for the most part) have a point, but heysoos. They're good.
Then we came over here...and started watching Red Dragon. Then I got sick as crap. I thought I was going to die. I mean it. I haven't thrown up since I was twelve...er...minus the one time I have ever consumed alcohol in my life...(April 13, 2001...over 2 years, thank you.)
It sucked.
Wow. I just realized something crazy. Tomorrow is a big day. 2 years that I have had this diary...and .F.O.U.R. .H.U.N.D.R.E.D. entries. Holy crap.
Maybe that will be a good day.