See you all in hell

OW. My knee hurts something fierce and I don't know why. I remember bashing it twice in the same place, but don't recall where that happened. Now all I know is that it hurts. Like a bitch.

And I know that I've slept til noon again and its a gorgeous day and I feel terrible for wasting it. And I need to read. And get groceries.

Out with Allan last night, confessed my crush on Model, which at this point may be a bit far fetched given the Roomie situation. After Thursday night, we will at least meet up in hell when we die, even if nothing else ever happens. Basically, without defiling my blog with gory details, I can't explain the extent of our indiscretions. Suffice to say that the platonic friends thing flew out the window and took the 'fourteen-year-old-boundaries' with it... and since Apartment boy is away for the weekend it all took place in the space he left vacant. *shudder* it was weird for me, and I can't imagine how Roomie felt. We are both going to hell, see you there (for the record I was already going since 'the ditch' this summer with Rebecca and Kat... so you guys can meet him when you get there). To my surprise, and mild chagrin, the smoking thing doesn't bother me as I thought it would, although that may change.

What else? Not much else. Have to wake up and call my mother, then read all day... apparently I'm getting a chance with Model tonight, whatever that means. Damn me and my drunken mouth. I wasn't even drunk! Stupid.

This post is deteriorating into random thought processes, so I'm going to sign off and try to enjoy the sunshine. Go sunshine.