Today, I got to spend the time with my father (whoms stupid actions made me who I am, and I do not know whether I should thank him or not) and I decided, 'Hey, lets go to the movies. But go into the AMC Grille next to it. Dinner and a movie, no time wasted.'

He reluctantly agreed. He much perferred to spend time with me and talk.

You wonder why I enjoy the movies.

The movie 21 is going to play at 7:30. Its been hyped up and the plot looks good. Of course, its based doff a true story and a book written about it. IMDB rating didn't look reassuring, but hey, I didn't want to laugh at 'Run, Fat Boy, Run'.

I wanted to watch '21' and learn how to play Poker, Blackjack, et cetera all in one night, then forget the moment I wake up tomorrow.

We get there at 7:05, actually find a parking spot and walk the actual short distance to the AMC Grille.

As soon as we pass the entrance, I see the second set of doors and a sign on it.

STOP. UNDER 21, TURN AROUND.

Pass the glass you could see the bar.

So much for the grille.

We go inside the actual theater and get in line.

IT WAS HORRIBLE! UNBELIEVABLE! WHAT A BLOW-OFF!

Sold out.

Darn this number! And they say 23 was bad!

I end up having to spend the next three hours walking in the Natick Collection (its one big mall) seeing many familiar faces of my, guess you could say friends, from my current high school. It was a bummer really. It just rubbed in on how my social life from the past came crashing down once I moved here. It couldn't have felt worse.

I got my dad beforehand to buy me 'WWE: The Music, Volume 8' at Best Buy. It contains fourteen entrance songs I've wanted to listen to in my own spare time. Now I can listen to SOS, Don't Question My Heart, No Chance in (Heck), Turn Up The Trouble, Ain't No Make Believe, and Biscuit n' Gravy whenever I want. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

When I got home, my mom as usual makes me sit down on the couch and answer any and all questions that my dad may or may not have said in our time together. Its about a half hour to an hour long interrogation of annoyance as I usually drown out my dad's voice.

Again. The movie thing.

Although during the time at the mall, my dad asked about Bionigirl. I told him about her being in the adoption circle and I haven't heard from her in what feels like weeks.

Its a blessing and a curse at the same time. Every girl I see, I think of her. A blessing because I think of her, and a curse because of our speration.

He says I should move on, that I don't know what love is, or that I shouldn't bother with one girl for too long. What a father. If I don't know what love is, how is doing that suppose to show me what it is?

Its a shame really. Its one of those moments where I look forward to Heaven. My Paradaise.

I sigh right now. Its 12:02 AM, and I got church in the morning, I think. Not sure if I want to go. Lets just say in my last visit, Satan haunted my thoughts.

I sigh again.

~AA