3:04 Friday Afternoon   V is for Victory. And Vindicated It's weird listening to songs I haven't heard in a long time. They bring up weird fragments of memories. And sometimes a song that I've never heard before will bring up fragments of memories. Or make me really sad/happy even if that's not the tone of the song at all. It's quite strange. Got in a fight yesterday. Got randomly invited to a barbecue yesterday evening. Felt like I belonged to something yesterday evening. Felt liked yesterday evening. Felt loved last night. The barbecue was really cool; I spent time with people who weren't Zeb or Caleb (although i did spend a lot of time with Zeb and Caleb). Caleb came to my house around 6, 6:30 and said "Do you want to come to the barbecue?" because Joyce or someone had asked if I would come, so we walked over. When they saw me, James and Marko asked me to sing for Luke. I was surprised that they even remembered the Guy Fawkes thing. Lots of stuff happened; I felt, for the first time at a party with more than 5 people, accepted and liked. It was a really good feeling. Except when some guys came with rum and coke and I, for the first time ever, got to not be peer-pressured into having some. Declined it like 8 times. "Come on, it's good!" "no, thanks. i hate coke." Afterwords, Zeb and Caleb came to my house and we watched Ren and Stimpy until 11 when it ended and Zeb went home. Caleb left at 2:40. I went to sleep at 3. I woke up at 8:30. MMMMMmmm, 5.5 hours of sleep. rawr.