K. came in at one point and just stared at it while I was sticking them up. She doesn't even stay in our bedroom and I think she was bugged by the pictures. Mwa ha ha. It's K.'s world, I just live in it, apparently.
I did some more homework for a little while. There was nothing else to do. J. was asleep in our bedroom and K. was sketching at the kitchen table. Right in the way of both TVs. I think that was planned. Conspiracy, I tell you! I'm sure they've plotted more...I'll have to keep watch. (Hahaha, I'm so weird, but I crack myself up and that's the point.)
K. left a little bit later to go on a hike in SLC (masochist) so I hung out downstairs. I was bored (and horribly sick of homework) so I pulled out my waterpaints and my giant sketchpad. I did a painting of a sunset, which rocked, but got the paper too wet and it ripped in several places (cheap). I laid it out to dry on the couch (much to the chagrin of The Roomies, I think). Then I started to work on a beach scene (I guess you could call it that. I did a palm tree then got stopped because...)
At about 5:30 The Honeyman called and asked if I had enough money to go to a movie. We decided on Stepford Wives because he though I'd appreciate the most (make a few [ok, tons] comments about disliking dumb ditsy skinny blondes and now thats what everyone thinks of first when thinking about me?) and he wanted to see if the flaming homosexual reminded me of him. (It did The Money so Honeyman wanted my opinion.) Which, of course, it did. It always does. Hahaha. ...like Just Jack on Will & Grace. Totally The Honeyman except for the whole gay thing.
The most annoying girl sat near us. She would say things like "Oh my!" and "Ha! Wow!" just during the opening credits! She laughed through the entire thing. She was like an annoying version of me. I would giggle at parts (a little "hehehe") then you would hear her ANNOYING laugh (HA! HA! HA!) Shut up already, Psycho!
After Stepford Wives (which really made me want to get my hair blonde, ugh!) we went over to The Honeyman's house so he could do some stuff. I walked right in and sat with his parents in front of the TV. Mrs. Honeyman asked me a bunch of questions. Like how did I like Vegas and when am I going to school there?, etc. She's really nice, I like her. As The Honeyman and I were walking back to the car he said, "It's funny how, when you first started coming here, you were all shy and stood by the doorway and now you just walk right in and stuff. It's cool." I said, "It's really because I'd rather just do that than have your dad yell 'Take a seat already!' because, frankly, that freaks me out more than just walking in ever could."
We went over to see The Money at The Scera Shell then we walked over to see some chick named Lesa at the Showhouse. Honeyman ate her take-out and I watched Yentl with her for a bit then we left again to go see The Money again. We helped stack chairs. Then they talked while The Money closed it down. As we were leaving Nikki (the Spaz) yelled to us from her car. She was in there with Corey, her new boyfriend. Haha. (That chick has a new boyfriend every five seconds!) I talked to her for a bit and got her new cell number and made her promise to call me. (We'll see.)
Then we went to what we call "Mini Squaw Peak" which is just a parking lot in the foothills. I sat there freaking myself out by listening for any noises and looking over my shoulder often. The Honeyman was IMing The Toddler on his cell phone then entire time. Mini Squaw Peak is our psychology place. (Hahaha) Every time we go there it turns into a giant therapy session. Hahaha. Mostly Honeyman talking about his neurosis and telling me what to do to help mine. It's fun though.
Last nights therapy session included his need to gain self confidence and my need to be less annoying. Hahaha. Not exactly, but yeah. Basically, I asked if my personality was off-putting (which was too big of a word for him...hahaha. I'm so mean.) and what I do that annoys him and if others would notice the same idiosyncrasies. And his belief that I don't have a boyfriend merely because of my cynicism. (He may have a point there, haha.)
Don't you love random compliments that are so unsolicited that they just make you laugh when given? During the cynicism conversation he said:
"...And besides, you are beautiful. Don't laugh; You are. I'm not just saying that to be like 'Oh blah this will make everything better', I mean it. I think you are very beautiful. Come on, you dress great! You have a beautiful face... you have great facial bone shape. You are just a very beautiful girl. Ok?"
He says I have to be less cynical when people try to get to know me, more willing to do things (step out of my comfort zone), and not get automatically on the defensive. Hmmm, dunno if I'm willing to do all those things. Haha.
Then we went to Wal-Mart and walked around for ever and ever while I acted like an idiot because I was tired. ("Susannah, you're acting like you're drunk. You're fun this way, but what are you on?" -The Honeyman) Hahaha. I even slipped on a bit of wet tile and merely started laughing and jumped up and said, "Whoops!". (When I would probably normally get up and slink quickly out of that department as if nothing had happened.)
While in the cologne department Honeyman decided it would be hilarious to spray me with Bod: Really Ripped Abs, which is a scent I love... just not a gallon of it on me. My hair still reeks like it and I hope his car does, too. Hahaha.
I got in pretty late and woke J. up by my noisiness. I said, "It's just me. You have to be up in a half hour, so don't mind me, go to sleep." Then I went downstairs and painted a bit more. (I couldn't sleep) Eventually J. came down all ready for work and laughed that she was all ready for the day and I hadn't gone to bed yet. As she left she said, "Well... see you about midnight tonight." Yeah, don't give me crap because I have a social life and you don't, Dorkhead.
I eventually got to sleep about 5:00 this morning. Two hours before my alarm went off.
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