You Will Never Realize The Darkness That's Inside

Friday night, I went out with three of my AcDec boys (and we'll call them James, Russian, and Pastry). We went to see "Dr. Seuss' Horton Hears A Who" and laughed through the entire movie...Well, Russian didn't as much as the rest of us, but I knew he enjoyed himself. He'd been looking for any hookups to alcohol, and James definitely was the provider. Through the movie, he had a small thing of Vodka (about 3/4 a shotglass, I guess) and Russian discovered after the movie that there was plenty more alcohol to be had that night. We went to dinner at a semi-sit-down restaurant like...200 feet from the movie theatre (Paradise Bakery). Russian bought me dinner (^_^) and we sat down at a circular table. The three guys sat all on one side, and since there were two extra places, I was an island all by myself. Commenting on the segregation of the table, Russian offered me part of his seat.

"The offer's tempting..."

I stayed on my segregated side. Hmm...We later mixed Russian a cocktail of some liquor (and now I can't remember) and coke. I took a sip and decided I enjoyed it, and the rest was Russian's to enjoy. I drove my brothers home and then headed out again.

Meeting up with James and Pastry outside of a sports shop, I learned we were going to ditch Russian as he purchased things. We giggled and walked to Walmart, which was just next to the sports store. Pastry needed to stop by the restrooms, so James and I left him. We joked about how eventually, it'd just be one of us. We ran off to the back to get glowsticks (as we both needed them) and eventually met up with Pastry again. By the glowsticks, we chatted with some random guy about using glowsticks as a fishing lure, and from there wandered around Walmart until we got to the registers. Paying for the glowsticks, we met up with Russian who claimed we were all traitors. I laughed and realized I was wanted back at home. Oops!

Rushing home, I got into a bit of trouble. Lost of trust, loss of electronics, the usual.

Saturday, nothing much happened. I woke up at noon and finished a book. The Vampire Diaries (or something close to that) was an okay book. The main character was iffy, and I thought that after reading Anne Rice almost religiously, this was subpar. After finishing the book, eating, and then wasting away, my parents decided that they were too lazy to cook, so we headed off to Sweet Tomatoes for dinner. Afterwards, I got two books, Bless Me Ultima and The World is Flat 3.0. More to come on the books as I read them, but I did get them!

So here I am, sitting, and chatting with Pastry earlier this predawn Sunday. We started talking about and developing plans to crash Russian's house on St. Patty's and get Russian drunk. Somewhere, we reiterated the point that Russian needed to get laid (as he went through a pathetic relationship where he spent more than a thousand dollars on the girl. Silly.) and I was the perfect candidate to provide his new "hobby" (that we were going to impose upon him) a starter kit. Guess what that meant? I get to be a whore! Well, not really. My plan was just to walk the drunk Russian to second base and call it a day. Brings up plenty of moral dilemmas though...

So, I guess this is how I feel about my three favorite AcDec kids. James was previously mentioned and is one of my vanilla cakes. Russian is currently a marble cake that I've never considered until Friday evening. If I were to do anything remotely vanilla with this guy, I'd be pampered beyond all belief, and most likely drowned in attention. Then there's Pastry, who I see as good, clean fun and no real prospect of any cake at all.

There's been one recurring thought on my mind all day today. It started when I woke up and imagined how it would feel (minus the hangover) to have woken up nine months from now after a drunken night with Silver. It was an interesting play of events, and I didn't let myself picture actually having sex with this guy. I mean, I know that the main reason behind his proposition was to get me drunk off of my ass and have sex with me, but I guess I didn't want to believe it and just imagined having cuddled with him all the previous night. Then, of course, my mind wanders obligatorily off to my past. Why is growing up so hard?

-Today's Title Comes from My Mind's Eye by Sirenia