They always seem normal, until you hear 'em talk.
I was standing outside Thursday night, without an umbrella, while it fucking freezing rained on me. I'd belatedly remembered the hood on my jacket, and pulled it over my soaked hair, but it was too late. And out from the gloom came a perfectly normal-looking woman, asking the group of people standing with me if they knew where Pennsylvania Ave. was. On kind woman gave her directions, and the woman thanked her and made a cryptic comment about needing to "meet someone there". Then she hassled the guy in the T.V. van up the street. Then she came back, and as she passed, she told us, "They can't keep this out of the media. The public has a right to know. December 25th was a big mistake, and they're going to find that out soon."
The guy from the t.v. news van came up to our little group and said the above quote.
I waited for 45 minutes for my father to pick me up. When he finally did, I just sat in the back, quietly, wishing there was a way to make him shut up. He kept apologizing, but in such a way as to let me know that he felt put-out by apologizing. Sometimes I wish I could just staple his mouth shut.
I had to work hard to convince Dirk not to come over on Thursday night. He'd been planning on walking over, but the weather was too nasty.
On Friday, I woke up much later than I expected. I called Dirk at 12:30, and he was semi-pissed. I went to the mall with my mother to shop for clothing, which ended up costing me about $195.00. I visited Dirk, we were going to watch a movie, but when I got there, he acted surprised that I even wanted to get out of the car. He informed me that we didn't have enough time to watch the movie (we did), and anyway, we didn't have a t.v. to watch it on at his house. And with no ceremony whatsoever (i.e., greetings exchanged), we let to run his errands. He finally realized there was something wrong at Staples, and we had it out in the parking lot. Then we went to Taco Bell and he bought me food.
Friday night, we hung out with Katie. We stayed at Bobbie's until 10:00, talking and smoking. We outlasted all the other people in the smoking section.
(9:40 pm) I just called Dirk up to tell him that I love him. I've been in a bad mood this week-end, and I fear he's been bearing the brunt of it.
Saturday, we had practice. Honestly, I think Dirk gets his kicks out of torturing me. I'm learning to play ska bass lines, now. He says he waited until he thought I could handle it. And I'm not allowed to write the notes down anymore, because I have to get used to memorizing them. I almost had a fit, but I amazed myself by how well I did.
Saturday night, we went to Brother's and got pizza. I love pizza, and almost never get it. Dirk had to work that night, so we left at ten.
Sunday, we went to Best Buy in the afternoon, where Dirk got a couple VHS tapes and the "new" Marilyn Manson CD, mechanical animals. Sunday night, we went to Carraba's.
We had the best conversation we've had in a while. I've actually been paying attention to current events, for once, and offered up little bits of news and opinions he hadn't heard about. Like the situation in Sierra Leone, where there's a civil war raging that the UN is ignoring, as usual. Because it's in Africa. I even had a few opinions on politics, and we had a thoroughly enjoyable conversation. It's so easy to take stuff like talking for granted until you realize you don't do it anymore. You get so comfortable that you don't feel a need to talk to the person you're dating, and that's dangerous. You're driven apart silently, without realizing it, until one day you look over and realize that you can't be sure of knowing anything current about this person you're sleeping with.
Today, we went up to Crabtree and Evelyn's, so Dirk could buy me sandalwood scented cologne ($20), and sweet almond scented lotion ($13). That man's so nice to me. Then, we went to Mars music, where Dirk played guitars while I went next door and looked at the cute hamsters. I got Blitzkrieg a ceramic hamster bowl. It's cute--yellow and blue, with a design of pawprints.
I was so angry tonight, but Andy talked to me, and I got over it after a while. It comes and goes these days. This week is my first full week of work. I hope I'm up for it.
Goodnight. I love you all.