Argh.

Lemme see...

Suzie and I hooked up last weekend. Stayed at the house Friday - Saturday morning; went to Galveston and came back. We were lying in my bed, no one else in the house, lights off for like.. 3 hours? No sex, though - hell, neither of us even took off any clothes at all. I'm not in any way complaining, though - I think we both want to take things slow. She gave me a few war trophies on my neck, and bit the hell out of my arms. She gave me one right before we went to the little party thing at Doug's - people made comments; it was hilarious. Then I went to work Sunday morning, and people made *more* comments. It was weird - everyone keeps asking if we've "done it" yet. Nope. I mean, Friday, we were by ourselves in the house, lying in my bed, with the lights off, for like... 3 hours (?) or so - and not even one stitch of clothing came off (well, our socks and shoes, but that doesn't really count).

Yesterday was my 21st brithday. Not a big deal for me, since I don't drink and don't really plan to. Katie sent me a text message in the morning - nothing major, just "happy birthday, thanks for the card, etc.". (Oh yeah, I gave her a card Monday). Had to work 10 - 5, which was cool. Mom brought a cake by - that was cool; everyone liked it. People would come in to get their checks - which weren't in yet - and I'd offer them cake - "Why?" "Oh? Happy birhday!" I accidentally knocked a cup onto a board, though, and it might have been fried. So... that's kind of scary. We went to mamacita's for dinner with mom, Janelle, Gus, Bam, and Greg. I was in kind of a funk, and told them not to say anything about it being my birthday - I really didn't feel like having a bunch of complete strangers coming out and singing to me in a fake sincere way. At one point, though, the waiter brought out four shots and four margaritas. Set them in front of me, mom, Bam, and Greg. I was like, "no". A lot of people don't realize how stubborn I am when it really comes out. I mean, hell, five people couldn't get me to dance with Chelsea in Ms. Hilton's class, and I had a huge crush on her. So yeah, I didn't drink any (yet again). At one point, Bam and mom left for a bit, and Greg and I talked about it. It was really funny - they thought I must have had some tramatic experience or something to so adamantly refuse. I was like, "No." I just really really hate mind influening/altering effects. Medicine, anasthesia, and what-not are a different matter, because they're helping your body return to its correct state. Anyway... Mom saw the bruises from where Suzie bit me, and thinks I'm sado-masochistic or being abused or something like that. ~*Sigh*~ I still have to figure out what we're doing Saturday - no clue yet.