The seasons have changed from present to past

This Strawberry Kiwi juice that I'm currently consuming does not tickle my fancy. Rather, I am not being tickled anywhere by it. No reaction. It's not good but I am not going to waste it. Though the name is "Strawberry-Kiwi" those are the last two kinds of juices in the whole container. Apples, grapes and pineapples make up for of this container more than the eponymous juices. I just thought this was odd. And I thought that I'd tell you it wasn't delicious.

I had dinner at Ryan's house last night. I took the train from Hempstead to Port Jefferson (for a total of two hours traveling time) and Ryan met me at the train station. I met his mom once before on Halloween, but I got to see her again yesterday. And I finally got to meet his dad, who was very courteous (I suppose that's the proper word) all throughout dinner. They are both cute because they compliment one another very well. His mom is very talkative and out going, while his dad prefers to listen and makes conversation here and there. And his dad seems a bit more serious about things in general while his mom can just giggle. Anywho, they were very protective of me when I was there which was nice; they thought I was taking the train back to Hofstra and they worried about my safety being on the train and waiting at the train station for the bus. And I thought it was nice, though I was bombarded with questions about train routes and train times. Ryan just drove me back, which was both of our plans...I guess they didnt know that.

And I finally saw Pulp Fiction. And that was a really great movie. In general, it was nice to cuddle on his couch in the basement and watch movies on what is essentially, a movie theater. The screen pretty much takes up the wall and there are speakers all over the place, that when turned up, shakes your insides and you kinda have to yell to the person that you are already on top of just to tell them something stupid.

The train ride was weird though. I guess I'm expecting my period, or I was tired. Or I was to my own thoughts too much, or the sky was too grey...or all of the above...but I started to feel extremely sad and there were several times where I felt like crying and I had to repress the tears. I had to shut myself down and bring myself up again to appear normal in front of Ryan. A part of me didnt even want to see him because I didn't want him to have to deal with the Debbie Downerness. But I forced myself to feel better and by the time Pulp Fiction started, I was okay. sigh. I wish I knew what caused it.

I have to shower and call Andrew.

Peace.

The soup