It's the end of the world as we know it.

Ok I'm just being extremely dramatic about things. It's not the end of the world.

This weekend fucking rocked, and I must say, for those of you who missed out, boo to you.
Fright Fest was extremely awesome. The Boss was the best thing since, well, since ever. Better than an orgasm. No joke!!!
Me and Rachelowe went to the Darkness on Saturday. My scaredy-cat ass wore earplugs, to protect myself from the chainsaw guy, and STILL screamed at pretty much EVERYTHING.

I needed a break from this place, and I got it, and it was fab. Almost makes me not wanna wait till Thanksgiving.

The boy thing is pretty much officially over. I haven't talked to him for longer than five minutes in the past two weeks, and I heard rumors that he came to visit his ex for a day this weekend. It isses me off so bad! I mean, he can do what he wants- especially since it's not going to work out anyway- but the fact that I told him that's why it was wierd between us and he constantly lied about it. We're not friends anymore.

Unless I have a change of heart later. But I don't see that coming any time extremely soon.