Empty Saturday

Today could not have been any more boring than what it has been.
I was literally about to be bored to tears, but I guess it could have been worse.
A lot worse.

Really, I was planning on going to the library for most of the day, if they had the next book in the Alex Cross series that I'm reading, Mary Mary.

Hmm. Mary Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow?

ha ha ha he....I got to stay away from the operas and musicals for a while.

Though, I enjoy them quite a lot.

Have you guys seen the video, 'What's this?' by Fallout Boy?
You know, the song from Nightmare Before Christmas?
It actually was good. I'm not saying Fallout boy sucks, but a lot of videos that Demon offers me now-a-days are either beyond sense or just plain weird.

Except for the stephen king short that he had me watch a night ago.
My own fault for watching it.
It wasn't so scary that I ran, but it had this timber wolf with yellow eyes.
The thing was in a crate, but you don't see it until the guy peers into the crack after opening the crate, and you instantly see this pair of evil yellow eyes glaring out from the dark inside.
Made me jump and yelp.

Right now, I'm listening to Reila, by a japanese band, Gazette.
It's a very good song, but just sad.
IT sounds sad, I can't understand Japanese, but Demon says it was so emotional, that while performing it at a concert the singer started CRYING.
It's sad for me in one way:
When Demon came back to me after FOUR weeks it felt better than anything to have him back.
Then, the day passed so quick. Next thing I knew were pulling out my driveway to go get him gas before he had to leave. Before we hit the street, I started sobbing. I didn't want him to leave.
He held me as I cried into his chest, shoulders shaking as he held me tight.
Reila was being played on his stereo, so when we hear this song we think about that.

I wish Demon had come today, but we talked a little in the afternoon.
God, I miss him so bad!

This week, I'm going to FIND OUT if Bookie likes me or if it's just some kind of misunderstanding.
Okay, a HUGE misunderstanding. But still, I have to know.
I hate guessing! That's what this has been for the past month: guess, guess, guess!
One moment, he doesn't do ANYTHING. The next day, he'll say something odd or wink at me, and I freak a little, but he doesn't explain a thing.

I'm going to get my friend, Beck, to help me.
She knows just as much as Demon or I do.
She can help, hopefully.

I swear on my puppy dog, Molly Bell,'s grave that I WILL find out!

-Angel