Joe called again today, asking if I wanted to go to see the Rocky Horror Picture Show down at the theatre in Harvard. This would be okay, except for the fact that I have turned down the last million things he's asked me to do. The movie doesn't start until 12 a.m. though, so I told him that I couldn't go because my mom didn't want me out that late. This is partly true, and she did say this to me, but I'm sure that if I asked and annoyed her enough, she would say yes. Still, I don't really feel like going out. I thought I had made this perfectly clear. Obviously not.
Christina sent me an e-mail, asking to do something next week with Kathleen and me. That will be nice, if it all goes through. I don't want to spend another boring week at home. Maybe we'll go out to eat, or to the movies, or something. We had a lot of fun on our adventure during the last day of school. I went to CVS tonight and bought a bunch of crap, just because I wanted to. I got a belated birthday card to go with my penpal Laura's present, (her birthday was June 10, thank you very much!), some Neutrogena shine control gel, and a compact of translucent powder. It was all stuff I needed, but I almost never buy things I actually need.