My mom was late as usual picking me up from Sophie's which always makes me so mad because I feel like I'm taking up everybody's time and it's all so frustrating. Movie night for me, lack of anything better to do. I watched "How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days". Cute, but stupid, predictable. Sort of a waste of time. I watched "Chicago"- that is such an awesome movie, I just love it. "Simon Birch" was next on the list, and I was certainly glad I was by myself when I watched that one. It's so sad. Good, though. Very good. 12:30 ended my movie night, and exhaustion gave way to sudden energy. The second side of U2's "War" spun round and round in the dark. I tried playing it backwards for a bit, but lost interest as no exciting hidden messages or statements of death or anything could be found. A bit disappointing, but I really wasn't expecting much. Amusement comes in many ways, including listening to the thing at 45 speed. It's like "The Chipmunks Sing U2". The twelve o'clock hour faded into one, and sleep had not yet taken me. My world turned to all enveloping darkness with the flipping of a switch and consummation of music and thought was welcomed as I lay on the ground. I love being alone with my music. Especially late at night. Today was exhausting. Shopping is so incredibly exhausting. Especially in a crowded mall where every store is busy, things are messy, and time whisks away before you ever know it has come. Encounters are not uncommon in a place like that, and I ran into Ally Son briefly, we updated each other on the happenings, exchanged numbers, and bid each other good day. New arrangements of words in sentences and phrases are becoming scarce to find in this house. Bookstore, I need to visit. I have Lord of the Flies, but have not been able to get into it. Really not in the right mood, but I've tried. "According to the Rolling Stones" is as ace as they come, but fictitious reading is what I am craving, and nothing new can be found. I need some Ray Bradbury or something. Short stories. Or not. Just something. Recommendations, anyone? Sarah is thinking of moving in with Kevin soon. That scares me. She's barely eighteen, works at McDonald's, and isn't finished with school yet. And he pisses me off sometimes. I just hope she thinks it over better before making any lasting decisions. My new thrift-store jean jacket is awesome, and comfortable, and I really like it, though it can never replace my awesome one that is dying. But I will continue to wear the dying one until it is dead, because I can not bear to give it up. Meghan becomes abnormally attached to her shoes, I to my jackets, what's wrong with that? Wake me up before you go-go. Take me dancing tonight. I want to feel that hiiigh!!! Sleep calls to me now. G'night all of you lovely people.