Kiss me hard,

HEY GUIZE, LET'S GO TO MASLIN BEACH~

I think I'll just post all my blogs in Arial or Verdana from now on.

Um, the past few days have been really good.

Friday night, as per usual, was spent in the city. This time, I was with Cameron, Emiljia, and for a part of the night, Patrick, Stephanie, Christopher, Joseph, Ella, Emma, Matthew, some some year nine from school, I suspect to be Left4Dead from MySpace. The collection of people, which was Christopher through to the year nine I suspect to be Let4Dead from MySpace left, at around five o'clock, which left Cameron, Stephanie, Patrick, and myself. We later decided to rendezvous with Emiljia, which was then we decided to stroll. Patrick had a "surprise" for Stephanie, which was to see the Northern Lights on North Terrace, and he asked us not to accompany him. He made the fatal flaw of telling me what said surprise was, so Emiljia, Cameron and I decided to tag along, at a distance.

On the way to North Terrace, some young men, or European deceent (more commonly known as Wogs) began harassing Cameron and myself, as we were with Emiljia, who they declared as a "beautiful lady". Sure, they're right, but to abuse us because of who we associate with, that's low. Even then, they called Cameron and I emo, bus we ignored this, and continued on our merry way to North Terrace. We could not see Patrick or Stephanie at first, so we decided to strut along North Terrace, trying to locate the pair. We sat for a bit, playing Cameron's Ocarina, and that was cool. An Afghan woman asked if we knew where the "Uni Bar" was, as we were near one of the many, many entrances to The University of Adelaide, and Emiljia, with her good nature, and good heart and stuff, offered to take this Afghan woman to the Uni Bar. Cameron and I, being gentlemen, accompanied her. Cameron received a telephone call from his father, asking if he and his friends wished to come and have some drinks at the General Havelock Hotel, on Hutt Street. We then decided to scrap the idea of trying to find Patrick and Stephanie, and we head to the bar.

We turned down From Street, and who do we see? Patrick and Stephanie of course. I tried to convince them to ignore the Northern Lights, and come with us to the Havelock, but no. Patrick's stubborn and such. Oh well. It was out of our hands. Emiljia was then complaining she was thirsty, so she bought a two litre juice. After some time walking, we soon arrived at the Havelock, and we sat with Cameron's family, and drank juice, and ate the leftovers of a platter. Emiljia soon left, which gave Cameron and I time to chats, and rape on BBS. Friday night.

Saturday wasn't as good, but really good all the same. I spent the day with Matthew James Muth. He, as always, drove me to the doctors. We then returned to my place or residence, and I played Wii, and we ate cake. We then decided to drive to Dave's house, so Muth could collect a junker (semi-working computer) and tune up Dave's. We then returned to my place of residence, and sat around there (I played Wii).

Saturday was pretty lazy.

Friday night was amazing.

Bars every Friday night imo.

There's been something on my mind. It doesn't take a genius to work out what's on my mind.

The same dilemma runs through my head. To proceed, or not to. I want to disregard the risk, but I can't, it's not like me. I can't reveal my feelings, as that would prove dangerous.

You know who you are.

Talk to me.