BBMak is comin' back!

So . . . my parents came to visit, and they brought me some of my old CDs, and I was putting BBMak's Sooner or Later on my computer (for those of you who don't know, BBMak was just another boy band that had ONE song I liked . . . maybe two . . . ) and I now have one of those songs stuck really solidly in my head, which is okay, because, well . . . it's appropriate. ". . . So what if I just don't want anybody else but you/ So what if you're all that I ever really wanna do/ I know what you're thinking but that doesn't make it true/ Believe me baby/ I'm not in love/ No not at all . . . " (It's called "I'm Not In Love," in case you wanted to look up the complete lyrics on your own. There's really not much more to them than that.)
I went to the Renaissance Faire with Tasia, Billy, Jamie, and Mary . . . it was highly entertaining, especially the part where I kicked Billy's ass at archery AND rockclimbing. (I will admit, if anyone actually starts hardcore mocking Billy, that I had a slight advantage at rockclimbing, but for the crap he talked, he has no excuse for archery. He said his bow was a piece, but so was mine. And half my arrows were missing fletching.) Well . . . whatever. Anyway, I got this big ugly necklace thing from rockclimbing, and all Billy got was a little tiny cross, and when we were going to walk away, the manager guy stopped us, turned us so that we were facing everyone else we came with, and said, "Look! Hers is bigger than his!" Hah. So very funny.
So here was the weekend: Thursday, I graduated. Yay. My parents and grandparents came in on Wednesday, took some peoples of mine to dinner, blah blah . . . One of my peoples insisted on paying for herself (that's weird, Jaime; they're rich and they wanted to treat my friends, but I still think it was pretty cool), but the rest went ahead and let my 부자 grands pay for them at CPK. Then on Friday, I ditched my parents to go to the AF Ball with Billy. (I still feel bad, and so does Billy, but his real date cancelled last minute.) That was crazy fun; I can't dance, but I'll post the pics anyway. Someday. (Sorry, Billy . . . ) Some private threw up in the van on the way back, and then they dumped us at CQ, which is way too hella far to walk in the heels that I had to wear to fit tall-ass Megan's dress, so I called Jaime and slept in 651. It's much closer to CQ. Billy offered to go get a car to pick me up, but I happen to LIKE dayroom couches. Saturday we all went RenFaire-ing, blah blah, already said, and Sunday I went motorcycling with Billy. Also, somewhere in there I watched The Exorcism of Emily Rose, but I had to go to the bathroom in the middle and ran into Adam in the lobby and missed, evidently, all the best parts. That was a creepyass movie. Laura Linney is my new favorite actress. (Don't ask why. It's not really that . . . well . . . true.)
This morning, the movers came and took all my stuff away. I'd been having trouble deciding what to take and what to send . . . there's nothing that'll speed up the decision-making process like several Mexican men with boxes and tape. It was crazy fast . . . my room's disappeared into chunks of cardboard and brown paper. They gave my skateboard such a look . . . geez, hombre, it's a freakin skateboard. What.