Lately I've lost most interest for people. I haven't pursued love, which is something new for me. I was in the car yesterday with two of my friends and I was doing personality analysis stuff, which blew their minds because I was right. They started asking me questions about relationships, so I did my best to answer their questions. I did a pretty damn good job because considering the way I think, I could give pretty decent answers from both sides of the gender spectrum. It was interesting.

Later in the evening, we went to a movie. Of course, everyone was making jokes about how I was legal, and me being the funny funny girl I am, I played along. It felt strange with one of them. I had liked him once before, and we had discussed the unlikelihood of us having a relationship. He took my hand in the darkness of the theater and kissed my head, holding me as though that conversation had never taken place. The movie, Hancock, was fucking awesome. Holy shit. Go see it. Full of lawlz.

When the movie ended and we went back to HIS place (His name is Austin, I forgot to mention that. Bwahahahahahaha) we all decided to just sit around and do nothing until 1:30 in the morning. I WONT go into details, but if we had had a working camera, oh sweet jesus. The other two kept harassing us and telling us to just go out and be done with it. I didn't know what to think of it, and so I told them "If I hear the word Platonic one more fucking time I will kill someone." Austin told Andrew that his rape was imminent. <_<

While the argument over our "future" relationship continued, he leaned over and quietly told me: "I'm reconsidering."

So, does that mean he likes me? <_<; I'm so lost. But yeah, hey, I got my Kyo bracelet in the mail. Wooohoo.