GO SPIDY GO!

wearing: my extremely sexy 'flamer' outfit... hehe
eating: drinking: lemonade
listening to: 'trouble' by coldplay

Tonight the Party Posse and I managed to turn another perfectly simple outing into a conundrum. God, we're good!
We were going to see Spiderman 2 at 7:15, so we made sure we got there nice and early so we could get really good seats! Well, we got there early enough, minus Fabio who had our tickets so that posed a minor problem. And Mack forgetting his ticket at his house and having to venture back for it. So, by the time Fabio arrived, (his parents had held him up for supper) a flock of people had already staked-out the prime seats, so we elected to exchange our tickets for a later showtime - 9:30.
This decision spawned several other complications, such as:
-What the hell are we going to do for two hours?
-How will I return to my home at such a late hour?
-What if Mack is late and cannot exchange his ticket?
-Will The Maestro's mother beat him to a pulp for breaking curfew?
Now to answer those questions. Mack arrived late, but since that sacred horse shoe of luck is lost somewhere in his ass, they still exchanged the ticket for him. And the next two hours were basically blown at Wendy's and sitting around in the lobby eating frozen yogurt. After the movie, I missed that damn 12:30 bus infront of Mikey's that actually came at 12:25 because it's a prick, but I booked it and still managed to catch the Paisley/Imperial bus. Some greater power has to be watching over me, I swear. The bus driver was nice and talkative, and asked if he could drop me off at a different rout, but London road was too far so I mosied home from the library. ...As for the fate of The Maestro? I hope for his well-being and his presence at the Canada Day fireworks tomorrow night (or tonight rather, seeing as it's 2 o'clock in the morning), but there might just be some karma nipping at his heals. You never know.

Anyways, today I'm feeling alot better about him. I'm no where near as depressed as I was the other night. Actually right now I'm no where near depressed, which is always a good thing. I told him I'm sorry for what I said to him on MSN, and I'm going to e-mail him just to see what's up. He was such a prick to me, but I still care about him so much.

As for the movie... ha.

G'night!