I hate Mondays. I like school and all but Mondays are torture. I had a grrrreat weekend. Went to Renaissance Festival on Saturday and stayed there all day. It was so much fun. I hadn't been since like 6th grade. I didn't buy much stuff but me and my bud Sara both took about a million pictures each. It was freezing the entire day. Like freeze your nipples off cold. And then yesterday was Matt's family birthday party and I went and stayed the whole day at his house. His family is so nice! I walked in and his grandma gave me a big hug and it was so cool. I'm not used to people liking me... it's weird. So, I stayed most of the day at his house watching him play video games (which he loves) and sleeping in his bed. It was so comfortable sleeping in his bed...under his blanket. It felt so reassuring and good. I'm such a hopeless romantic...hehe. So I went home at like 6 and my parents start bitching at me for no fucking reason. I know I had a dirty room but it's not like I was home at all during the weekend to clean it. So I lock myself in my room, clean it, and then hit the hay at 9. I had a good sleep, too. Sweet dreams about Matt, My Emo Kid. OMG, I love that kid. I feel like such a dork...but it's true. On the way back from Ren Fest Sara, Jesse, and me sang to Disney Songs and the Moulin Rouge sdtrk. I love the song Come What May. "Come what may... come what may... I will love you until my dying day." and also that song by Elton John, "I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind that I put down in words... How wonderful life is, now you're in the world." Ahhhh...man, I hope today is a good day. I would like to keep this happy high. But knowing my luck something's gonna piss me off or depress me and my day will be totally shot. But tomorrow is Matt's real birthday and we're gonna go see Matrix Revolutions so I'm looking forward to that! I have to see the first 2 though. Hehe. Well, I'm out. Have a great Monday if it's possible.