I love Sundays

As I said, I love Sundays. I love them. I truly do. Mostly because I get to actually have a social life, with hilariously amazing people. After church we ended up at Sean’s and I played Halo 2. Lost, of course – Kaitey beat me by 2 kills. Adam, 25, Sean, 23, Kaitey, 2, Me, 0. Then we switched to Burnout, which I was slightly better at. I'm not good at anything, though. We switched to listening to music and watching Kaitey dance though, which was better. Then we randomly went to Kaitey's and we decided to go sit on the trampoline and there were all these pieces of old cruddy rope and Sean randomly starts tying Kaitey’s feet together, so I do her hands, and Sean and Adam tie her to the trampoline and we all bounced her. Man that was interesting. Then we were in the basement with the lights off and the strobe light on, also interesting. Completely throws off depth perception.

It's really weird when you find out the guy you like, who's the same age as you, wants to get married around the same age, and he suddenly yells "Joint wedding! They're cheaper!"

Oh, and my Saturday... I took myself to see Corpse Bride. Loved it - identified completely with Victoria. Then later that night Amy and I watched Hitchhiker's - her first time. She loved it.

Have you ever liked someone so much you realize you don't like them "like that", you really just want them to be happy and it doesn't matter if you're in the picture at all? That's a hard feeling to live with.

I don't want to depress myself. I'm too chipper from unexpectedly getting to see said "liked person." Goodnight all.