The Week

My dad's card got here before yours. I has been a very anti-climactic week. Definitely not what I expected. The film festival I worked for (the one where I gave my expert advice and they ignored me) started yesterday. People keep asking me which films are good and I don't have an answer for them. Because the answer is none of them. Seriously. I haven't seen ALL of them, but the ones I did see were terrible. I mean throw them in the trash and set it on fire so no one will accidentally watch them terrible. Plus the festival people suck because they changed their minds and decided they aren't going to pay for my parking. That means I only show my face during the free parking hours. If I can find a free spot. Fuck them. They are idiots. But that's not really the story.

So the other night, the boy calls. We talk. He says he'll call me back after he takes a shower. Ok, fine. Whatever. So he calls later. We talk. Then he says, "Alright, I'm coming over." Um, okay. So he comes over, we hang out (this is the first time I've seen him since my little meltdown), we drink some, and then yes, we did it. Not a lot of ceremony, just kind of matter-of-fact, like it was no big deal. Like nothing was really different.

Hmm. I'm out of ideas. I have no idea how to rectify the situation. It just keeps getting deeper and more complicated. One of us isn't being honest, and I don't think it's me. But I don't know if he's being dishonest to me, or to himself. If he didn't really like me, I would think he would have given me the boot a long time ago when it started being more serious and we started having 'talks'. Anyway, that's about it.