I am in the mood for new Polyphonic Spree music, but they have yet to deliver, nor have the updated their blog lately.
This means an innocent must die, perhaps hundreds if I feel up to it.
Anyways, I must say, I had a great night yesterday. Spent the whole day with Katie, well maybe not the whole day (5-9), but it sure felt that way. We were planning on watching Pete and Pete 'till about seven, and then head to the Variety Show, which was to be our target for humiliation that night. When 7 came and went, by the time we realised, it was already too late. Not that I'm complaining. We spent the rest of the night watching the rest of the Pete and Pete dvds (we only have a few episodes left).
It's so strange, that when I'm around her in public I can casually just put my arm around her, or hold her hand. When we're alone, however, I feel so much weaker. Like something is holding me back. Instead, we both inch our hands closer and closer together until finally one of us reaches for the other. I think we've overcome it, though. My wall has got to be the most uncomfortable thing to lean against, too; and those road signs don't help either. There was one point when we just sat in the middle of my bed with no backrest, and we just leaned into eachother.
Also, the funniest thing happened to me during the day. This old man came into the gas station with his daughter, and grand daughter. The mother (daughter) was out of the car trying to get a small tank filled up, while the grandfather (with the grand daughter) was trying to park the car to get gas into it. Only, he was on the wrong side. So he yells out, "It's these DAMN JAPANESE CARS," (he was driving an Outback) "MOTHER FUCKERS!" The little girl was sitting in the back, freaking out.
I could do nothing but laugh.