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I don't know how much time I have to update this thing; Scott's in the shower cleaning himself off. If this entry ends prematurely, you'll know why.

Anyways, the two day stay at his house is going pretty smoothly. He muttered a comment that went along the lines of "You have to be in the right frame of mind to deal with her" when talking about my mother. I replied with the kind of "what?" I use when I need some time to think of a response--it's not that I needed to hear what he said again, I just needed time to collect my thoughts. He didn't repeat what he said; he just replied "nevermind". I didn't push it any further because I know how much of a pill my mom can be; I've experienced this through out my entire life. I feel bad when my friends, let alone the person whom I love has to deal with her. Oh well.

I also was privileged to see the infamous videos of Scott from a party on Friday. He was way smashed... to the point where he couldn't string a coherent sentence together for the life of him. For example, "You'll pay! When I see these videos I'll know you pay! And I'll light you on fire!" Some of the videos I witnessed showed Tyler all over Scott (apparently thanks to Leah who was egging Tyler on), which kind of made me uncomfortable. Again, oh well. Though I would trust Scott with my life, I can't help but run the "what if" scenario over in my head. Does everyone do this? I hope everyone does so it's not just me.


Before I caught my bus to Peterborough, I had time to kill so I decided to visit a Chapters, which to my disappointment happened to be closed, and thus I had nothing to read on the bus ride up. Scott, upon hearing this, suggested we go to Chapters, where I literally through my tip money on a variety of literature. Three books and $48 later and I had the biggest grin on my face. I bought The Da Vinci Code, Porno, and The Salmon of Doubt. I'm wicked excited to read these fantabulous books. I would have purchased more, but Scott was nice enough to usher me out of the store where no more damage could be done to my wallet.

Anyways... Scott, Ian and I watched Spider-man 2 that night, which was brilliant. It was exactly like the comic books I remember so dearly--the over-the-top screaming to the simplistic yet distinguishable dialogue; the exaggerated action scenes to the I-could-see-that-coming-from-a-mile-a-way love scenes. I highly recommend this to anyone who remembers the comics and to anyone who remembers the 90s cartoon of Spider-man. The movie also had one noticeable scene that resembled Evil Dead--the screaming, the chainsaw, the people being dragged along the floor--and that rocked my world. And the movie had the best opening credits I have ever seen, hands down.

I tasted a hint of animosity between Ian and I; it felt like he really didn't want me tagging along. I'm probably making this up, but when he suggests that just Scott and him play foosball or that Scott and him play Super Smash Brothers, you can't help but feel like a third wheel. For a third time, oh well.

Okay, I'm back home updating henceforth

Later that night Scott and I found ourselves alone, nestled in the basement. (Note: I don't know what details you expect me to give and withhold, but seeing as it is my journal, I'll talk about whatever I please!) There I gave, in my humble opinion, the best head I have ever subjected Scott too.

The next day we were stranded at his house due to a lack of car. We made the most of what we could (I made him pancakes for breakfast). We would have much rather been stranded alone, but, alas, that was not the case. The original plan was for me to take the 10:30 PM bus home, but thanks to Leah I (we) decided that it would be best if I left early the next morning. This way I could treat Scott to a nice dinner downtown (5 months! Whoo!), and see Fahrenheit 9/11, as Scott really wanted to see it. The reason why I thank Leah is simply because she suggested we accompany her and others to see Fahrenheit 9/11. At first I couldn't due to my bus schedule, and if she had not asked us to join them, idea of me staying 'til Tuesday morning wouldn't have come into play. Ironically enough, we didn't actually see the movie with Leah and Co., and that's due to them seeing Fahrenheit 9/11 at an earlier time, a time where Scott and I were enjoying dinner.

And a nice dinner is exactly what we had. The place we dined was called The Old Stone-- Actually; I can't remember the name of the place. Whatever the restaurant was known as, we had a terrific dinner, though the wine could have been a lot better. We shared an appetizer and desert as well. A truly splendid time. Afterwards we went for coffee to sit down and digest our meals before walking over to the movie theater. Well, neither Scott nor I had coffee; I had an espresso and Scott had an Italian Soda. We just went to a coffee joint.

Once again I broke down in tears during Fahrenheit 9/11. I think seeing it for a second time was harder than seeing it for the first; I knew what to expect, and for the life of me I couldn't bring myself up to deal with everything again.

After the movie we shared a nice stroll back to his house, witnessing the awe of the moon blanketed in the clouds. Snuggling took place before we parted ways and went to bed.

The next morning more snuggling took place before he dropped me off at the bus station. I had a lot of time to think during my walks from the bus terminal to the train station, and from the train station to my humble home. During this time I conjured up a somewhat interesting plot for a story, and god damnit I'm going to try to do something about it. Mark my words! Or highlight them, whatever you prefer. The ideas were whirring off in my head, and I managed to get home in time to jot them down in Microsoft Word before they were forever lost from memory. Okay, not so much jot as in type. Anyways. I hope to finish this. I never, ever plan my stories out, and I doubt I'll do any sort of planning (maybe a bit of researching if anything) for this one. With any luck I'll post my progress here.

And I'm spent.