oh man, i was right about something for once... i do only like him because he doesn't like me. I say this because i think he's blowing me off. I talked to him on thursday and asked him what he was up to this weekend, cause i had saturday night in mind... and he said we should hang out and to call him when i got back from Mt. Ranier... so when we got back i had this horribly terrible instinct. It was to not call him, cause i was really afraid he was gonna blow me off... i thought he might say something came up or he was busy or something... finally after stalling and taking a shower and getting completely cutified, (at least to the best of my ability) i called. no answer! not even a lame excuse.. just no answer. oh zeedus lapeedus! i knew it! so i clumisily left a message and now i'm stuck waiting and hoping for him to call me back. God how i hate that... anyway, so i think i'm gonna hang out with vonnegut for a while and try not to think about it until he never calls. later.