Eh. Not much has happened recently. Went down to the Modern Art Museum of Fort Worth, which just opened. It's really nice. The architecture is amazing, but there are going to be lots of problems with it later. (i.e., no trees. what happens in the summer, when it is 110 degrees?)

Got my hair cut yesterday, by Anthony. He moved salons, but it's right across the street so it's not a problem. Now my hair is easier to spike and style.

Oh, I saw Gods and Generals two days ago, with Waide and David. It is... long.

!!!IF YOU ARE NOT #2 or Katie, DO NOT READ. UNLESS, YOU KNOW, YOU'RE NOSY. TSK TSK.!!!

Okay, #2 and Katie - @ the movies, Waide and I made out, yadda yadda yadda. At one point, though, he somehow made his way down my shirt! I mean, he was feeling me up, but his hand was directly on my bra. Mere and I made this deal (we are slutbuddies ha ;]) that we wouldn't go past a set boundary. The boundary was debatable, but generally set by our judgement (plus no more than making out and little bit of touching etc. I mean come ON, I'm only 13.) I had never said no before though, cause I never really had to before: Robert and Matt were both prude, and Will and I were afraid to hug each other. Those are all my boyfriends previously. So while we were still MOing, I put my hand on his and moved it up to my neck. There's more, but I'm too lazy to type it all. Blah.

IF YOU AREN'T KATIE OR #2, YOU MAY CONTINUE READING HERE. (OR IF YOU ARE THEM, YOU CAN KEEP ON READING ;]).

After Gods and Generals, though, I got home at roughly 8:00. Waide and David were both getting a ride from Waide's mom. I left before they did, and the last time I saw them they were in the lobby. At around 9, David's mom called me and asked if I knew where they were. She said Waide's mom had been circling the theater and going in and out of it, but they weren't there. They were both really worried. I said I hadn't since I left them in the lobby, and she said okay. My told Regan over IM that Waide and David were missing, and we were both going crazy over where they were. David's girlfriend, Felicity, was in Houston with Hillary and Mere (Hillary's family owns this award-winning cow, and there was a contest-thing in Houston they wanted to compete in. They took Fliss and Mere with 'em.) Felicity is the only one we could think of who knew David's cell phone number, so Regan tore her room apart, hunting for Meredith's cell number. She found it and called it, hoping Felicity would be with her. She got the answering machine. At 9:45 I called David's mom again, and she said that the boys got home okay. I called Waide, and he told me that they walked home. I have to admit, I blew up at him because he made Regan and I worry so much. Not to mention his parents and David's parents. So our conversation went something like this...

Eva: Waide?

Waide: Hey, Eva.

E: WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?!?!?!?!

W: Um... walking home?

E: YOU AND DAVID NEARLY GAVE REGAN AND ME DUAL HEART ATTACKS! PLUS YOUR PARENTS... DON'T EVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN! You probably took 5 years off my life right there!

W: Aww... you love me.

E: WHAT?

W: You love me. Otherwise you wouldn't have been so worried.

E: WAIDE, DON'T EVEN TALK TO ME ABOUT WORRYING, OK?!?!

W: You love me!

E: GO TO HELL!

W: ...

E: Okay, maybe I do love you a little. But don't do that EVER again, got that?

W: Yes, mom.

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And now for something completely different.

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Mr. Steve's funeral is on Saturday, and I bought this extensively on-sale but very cute outfit. My mom says it's too summery and cheerful though, so I'm going to wear my Nordstrom's dress and different shoes. I really like the shoes I bought, but I guess you really shouldn't wear them to a Baptist funeral if you're also planning on wearing them to go see Rocky Horror while dressed in drag. Which I am.

Arfnag. Does anyone know the secret to playing the guitar well? I'm learning Blackbird by the Beatles, and it's really hard for me to jump around to all the different frets. Granted, I've been taking lessons for about 2 months, but still. It should be a relatively easy song.

Nothing else to say, really, so I guess I'll end it here.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night.

Take these broken wings and learn to fly.

All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise.

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