My hair is all short and cute and streaky again. As opposed to the mane that was slowly taking over my head earlier this week. So I'm all prettied up with nowhere to go ... How sad.

I was supposed to meet my older sister at the movie theater this morning, to go see "50 First Dates", because neither of us has seen it and we are both BORED to hell and back this week.

So I get to the theater. And I wait. And wait. And wait. And the previews are starting. And the doors are closing. And my sister is not there. So here I am, watching a movie by myself for the second time in less than a week, and all I can think about is how much I would love for the boy to be there. Because this movie was funny and I love it when he laughs. Love it when he holds my hand.

Fuck, why hasn't he called me back yet? I got all nervous about calling him yesterday and he WASN'T EVEN THERE. God damn. I don't want to make a big deal about it because we aren't really ANYTHING yet, I don't want to sound all clingy this early. But damn I wish he would call. It makes me feel so much less nervous when HE calls ME, because that means he really wants to talk to me, instead of just putting up with me or something.

I wanted to see him this week. Guess that won't happen.

And the worse thing is, every time the fucking phone rings ... I tense up. I wait for someone to finally say "Cam, phone for you!".

My sister is going to the Quebec Ice Hotel Saturday. To see Simple Plan. Which I have never EVER got to see live. Sure, I met them once at a Box Car Racer show, but they've been in Montreal about 4 times and I've missed them everytime. I was sick at the Warped Tour. I was too young for Spectrum. I missed them opening for Blink : line was too long. And now this. I haven't been to a good show in a long time, it's starting to take its toll on me.

Dancing wildly in front of my mirror has been pretty good therapy though.

Try it.

Call me, damn it.