I had a weird dream last night involving escalators, dividing things by 8, chinese egg yolks, weird purple pills that multiply in water, playing air hockey with the egg yolks and then feeding them to birds outside of this pet store in Metrotown. Btw, I was playing air hockey with Chels, so that made it somewhat interesting too.

Yeah, so the play was really good (Ann will agree with me on this). And yes, I finally saw him and I thought he was really cute (Ann will agree with me on this too). I didn't get a chance to talk to him afterwards though; he was surrounded by, well, everyone else there. Then again, so was I. But I did see him and I tried to walk over to him but then I got nervous and wondered if he wanted to talk to me or not, considering he hasn't responded to the e-mail I sent him a week ago. I don't know what to do or think anymore.... maybe I'm just so used to people doing it for me, or maybe this time I just want someone to do whatever the hell they want. Then when I got home I felt weird and angry and sad again, much like last week except this time, I didn't do anything about it; no e-mails, no text messaging, no nothing. I realize now that some of you have no idea what I'm talking about, and I'm okay with that. I just need a place to vent. Se défouler, if I remember correctly. Then I really wanted to write a song or at least get on paper, but I guess I forgot about that.

Anyway, I'm sure there's more I wanted to say, but either I'm purposely forgetting to type it out or I'm choosing not to put it in. Either or.

~~Aaron

PS In the slim chance Lily is reading this, where were you on Friday after 2 pm?!