For some reason, I suck at remembering to take pictures when I'm at A's house. I guess I'm trying to focus on being "in the moment" more, which is great while I'm there, but sucks when it comes to not having photographic proof that we like each other
We were big homebodies this weekend. Watched a lot of Lost with his parents (we're trying to get them hooked too), went to the driving range again, argued over which Drake song is best, got Qdoba for dinner, hung out in the pool. There was this funny Mexican guy who was hitting on me at Qdoba while I was waiting for my food - you know, the long eye contact, creepy smile deal. After I got my food he went up to A and said, "Yo man, is that your girl?" A said, "Yeah, she is." Creepy Mexican guy said, "No disrespect man, but she's really cute. You're lucky, man." And I didn't let A forget it all weekend.
In other news, I also got to see The Amazing Spiderman on Friday night! It should be called The Amazing Andrew Garfield and Emma Stone because duh, hello ...
... theyaresofantastic. And Andrew doesn't have creepy bug eyes like previous Spidermans that will not be named. And I'm convinced Emma and I would be BFFLs, if only she knew I existed. She could teach me how to pull off hair of any color, and I could tell her that her boyfriend is incredible, and we could probably go on awesome bowling double dates and stuff. And maybe we could go to Qdoba too?
Is there a way to actually make this happen? Double dates with Spiderman?
PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE.
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