Aaron-'Well, I guess I'd better concentrate on driving.' Me-'Okay, love.' Aaron-'I'll call you tomorrow sometime.' Me-'All right.' Aaron-'Bye.' Me-'Talk to you tomorrow.' Aaron-'Bye.' Me-'Drive safely home.' Aaron-'Bye.' Me-'I love you.' Aaron-'Bye.' Me-'Bye.' *hang up* Aaron wanted me to go home with him tonight. He told me about this Wednesday and I couldn't get things worked out in time for it. He said I needed to be more spontaneous. I said there are just some things I can't be spontenaous about. He's still mad about me not going home with him. Why can't he just drop things like this. He didn't even say 'I love you'-he could die on the road and not have said that he loved me. I hate getting off the phone when he's mad at me because I don't know what will happen between then and the next time we talk. It makes me nervous sometimes. Not that he would do anything on purpose, but it's 11:30 and he's driving on country roads. I just don't like it when he's like this. I don't have to justify myself to myself about not being able to go, but I sill feel bad that I didn't. I'm just scared that we'll meet up with my parents or someone will tell them that I was home...and then that's it. No more anything. Today was a good Dead Day. I woke up late (and with my hair still wet), read in Mansfield Park, showered, ate, read economics, went to Barns & Noble to study. Kate made up superhero names for us all. Michelle is 'The Micheller--BAM!! POW!!' (said in a booming cartoon-announcer voice). I'm 'Blue Bell-protector of all cows!'. Kate is 'LOUD-UN-SCHLAGEL!!'(said in the voice of Arnold Schwartzenegger). Kim is 'La Cocina-purveyor: or the Kitchenette!!' (said in a cheezy Spanish accent). Mine is the only lame one. Go figure. Ah, me. It's a long night.