I swear Christy... if you don't jump that boy, I sure as hell will.

But let me back track.

This entire week/month has rendered my emotional state extremely unpredictable. In other words I go from hating everyone and everything during first period Trig. to general apathy and accute cynicism in Am. Lit.; dead-silent glares to Jon in Psych to giving Adrienne and Emily kiss-attacks during Art.

And there's an entire can of worms that I'm obligated to just let down the drain... but not mentioning it here any time soon.

So I try to forget all the shitty times I've been having this past week. I'll be damned if I ever end up acting like him, Karen.

Which is why tonight was much needed. Then again, most outings to Buca Di Beppo are much needed. But with thing's going as crazy as they have been at school, this time around was an even higher sense of relief.

First off, I didn't know most of the people at Christy's b-day dinner... which is a good thing. Granted I'm shy/reticent around them (until you feed me some rum-soaked tiramisu) but meeting people who you don't know at relatively intimate levels (or even familiar with their acquaintance) is always refreshing.

Especially Mr. Sexy-Tommy. While Karen (and many others) may have been able to see Sean Biggerstaff at the movies this Friday, I got to hang around a boy who is equally sexy. Imagine, if you will, the beauteous son of an unnatural combination of Sean Biggerstaff and Tim Wheeler from Ash. The boy can sing punk/emo, looks entirely fuckable, is fond of committing acts of grievous innuendo which from other people would be considered annoying, and he has amazing chocolate-brown eyes. Mmph!

There weren't many people that I knew, but the seating arrangements kept me from too much interaction with most of those whom I did not know. Sarah was there and lamented with fellow Faith school members about the brutal test they took today. Nicole was there, mostly by Christy's side and as hilarious as ever. I made some enjoyful acquaintances though; this girl who affectionately "backed-that-thing-up" against Christy, another girl and her bassist from her band who discussed tats and ear gauges (and managing to pull of a punk style without regressing to Avril-ness), and the two girls that Sarah knew from Faith.

Sarah's lost all patience with him. I would, but I've tended to steer clear of any sort of strong emotion towards the boy.

Didn't do much to Mike since Christy felt so bad for him considering all the past times we've harassed his... erm, ass. Had plenty of eye-candy to replace that.

Tommy and Christy have taken the cherry ritual to new extremes. In other words, the stem was in his fly and Christy chomped down mightly on it. Hot hot hot, m'friends. A pity that I didn't have a camera at the time.

And oh dear lord the stories I heard at the table today. Only difference between me and most people at that table was my maintained secrecy. Most of them had raunchy "secrets" floating all around whatever school they went to. Damn, and I thought I was bad.

Then again, it could be the whole LVA thing. Gossip there travels so much faster than at a regular school. Could be the low body count.

General fun time had by all... until Christy's mom came to pay the bill and deliver Christy with a detached threat on her life; she ditched the last two periods of school and her mom got a call.

Would've liked to hang around Mr. Tommy some more, but Christy's going to have her hands full (figuratively and possibly literally) by the end of the night. Gotta respect the birthday girl's space. She loved the monkey and naked-man card we got her.

Good times, good times.

Tomorrow I'm going back to school for a good six hours so I can work on my AIDS project some more. Yeesh.

But I plan to bring along some spaghetti so that'll be fun.

Er... guess I should get started on that.