So I just had an awesome last two hours. 7/24/09

I got to hang with Carly for the first time since the last day of school. I went to the county fair, and saw her and her friend Travis (whom I had heard lots about- he’s a gay guy, and Carly’s his fag-hag. He’s a wonderfully blatantly homosexual individual, who by sheer and utter chance looks like Jesus’ brother, if Mary had decided to have a kid 2,000 years later).
So Travis and I became tight like tigers wearing spandex within like five minutes of meeting each other. And dad and Angie finally met Lauryn and Carly, and I found out that Travis and Cindy (my psycho stepsister) knew each other and they were even thinking about getting an apartment together. Therefore, Dad and Angie know him. Travis even knows where Dad and Angie’s restaurant is. I don’t even know where it is! This guy knows my family better than I do!
It’s kinda creepy, but at the same time, it’s kind of comforting that someone gets where I’m coming from.
The only problem is, is that I got to hang out with them for just an hour and a half. (The first half hour was spent walking around, trying to find someone that I both knew and tolerated.
And you should have seen Lauryn’s face when she saw my new look! (For those who haven’t seen a photo, I have red hair and glasses. Picture a shorter-haired, not as gorgeous Chloe.) Lauryn’s jaw dropped so far it was almost resting on her “natural shelf.”
But anyway, we were all watching Battle of the Bands (I can only presume that Forever Waiting was there at some point, or went on after I left), and during a particularly sucky band, Travis and I left to go on rides. Carly was pretty adamant about wanting to stay and watch to see if they got better or something, but Travis and I knew that the lead singer, who must have thought he had a gift or something, should probably return that gift to the place he got it from. He was the only part of the band that wasn’t well-put together. Anyway, Travis and I went on the Zipper, and it made me remember why I love hanging out with gay guys.
Me: Ok, that was a scream of pleasure, not pain.
Him: I’d hate to hear you in bed.
Me: Me too.
xDee (wheewwww. tired.)
ps. We’re probably all going again tomorrow.
Pps. Saw Brent :D