Guess where I was Saturday night? Brittany's house. Yes sir. She invited me over for a little bonfire to celebrate her eighteenth birthday. I didn't get to stay nearly as long as I wanted, but it was still awesome. I met her parents, who seem nice enough, and her baby sister, who is adorable even though I'm not a fan of babies. Just a handful of people were there, it wasn't a huge thing, which made me less nervous. I stayed as late as I possibly could which meant getting back to my dad's almost two hours late, but I don't care. He didn't even say anything about my violating my curfew, which was weird. And all the back and forth from my town to my dad's ate up the rest of the gas in my car, but I don't care about that either.
Her boyfriend was there. Even I have to admit, they make a pretty cute couple. Damn it. It's much harder to hate him in person because he's so chill and funny. Brittany never gave me a formal introduction so I never really spoke to him. Suspicious, because she properly introduced me to her parents. Hm. I had a great time. She promised we'd get together over the summer and I know she won't break that promise. We laughed, talked, got a little closer. I have no complaints, even though this annoying kid from journalism who's always hovering over her was there. He left early though, thank goodness.
It was looking doubtful that I would be able to go. I was sitting up in my room at my dad's, nearly suffocating because he's too cheap to turn the air on, watching The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo, trying to formulate a plan that would allow me to go. I even shed a few self-pity tears because I was getting really tired of my plans with Brittany being canceled, but that was probably just womanly period tears of desperation and hopelessness. With a lot of persuading my dad finally let me go, so I didn't get to finish The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo. It was right before the exciting part too, but once again, I don't care. By the way, the rape scene wasn't that horrible. I've seen worse.
I missed school today to take my AP Psychology exam. It wasn't hard at all, but there were several questions I didn't know. Wednesday is my AP Calculus exam. I'm horrified. Calculus is not my strongest subject. I'm going to spend my entire Tuesday night studying, because I forgot half the shit I learned and I didn't do so well on my practice exams we took in class.
My mom set up an appointment to get my eyesight checked. Sometimes my vision gets a little blurry in class, but not while I'm driving, which is odd. I hope I don't need glasses. I would look super weird. Some people look perfect in glasses, like Brittany, but that would not be me. It's probably from all the time I spend staring at a computer screen.
I was going to see The Avengers this weekend, but the line was too long. I'm not even a follower of Thor or Hulk or Captain America or anyone but Iron Man, so it didn't bother me that much. It's probably just a bunch of explosions and cheesy one-liners and impressive CGI. No heart at all, just action. Which is fine every once in awhile, but there are smarter superhero movies out there. Like Spider-Man (not Spider-Man 3, that was stupid) and X-Men.
By the way, why the hell wasn't Spider Man in The Avengers? That's ridiculous.