Reading Magnifico's journal

Awkward moments. Funny, though, that awkward is such an awkward. . . word.

The concert was great. Got some good, cheap music (five hours for three dollars). However, it wasn't the music I was really into. Got to go with Evie, but her friend's mom (who is actually unbelievably cool) was also there, which is a drag. I kinda felt like talking to Evie more than I got to.

I hate this stupid paranoia (my friend Ian says it's probably standard in all love and love-related situations) that maybe she was joking when she revealed her feelings for me, or that maybe it was her brother playing a cruel joke (the kid is a dick, apparently), or something like that.

Godawful feeling inside replacing that early bliss.

Thbbbbt