We didn't end up going to the Winchester Mystery House after all. My friend took Caltrain and we didn't realize that it was on a different schedule today (because of Memorial Day), so we didn't have enough time to go. We just ate lunch at some Mediterranean place instead. They had a soda called Gazoz, which said "Turkish Sprite" in parentheses next to it. He got that, and I got a cherry juice, which was like a nicer version of Ocean Spray Cran-Raspberry, to be honest. My friend paid for the meal... I felt a bit bad about it, but he said it was fine, and it was still less than he'd expected to spend that day, since we weren't going to go to the House (He said he'd pay for my ticket since it's kind of expensive and I don't have much money).

So... after lunch we went back to my house, and Sean came over and we watched Death Bed: The Bed That Eats. It was about as bad as you would expect from the name, but in an enjoyable way. The sound effects were kind of over the top, and every actor sounded like they didn't know what emotions were. Unsurprisingly, it was written, directed, and produced by one guy. What does surprise me with these movies is that these guys somehow get other people to work with them. Either this guy was rich or he had something else going for him. Or I guess everybody who worked with him could've been stupid. That seems possible.

After watching stuff, we tried to go to Villa Montalvo, but it was closed, so we wandered around my school's campus a little instead...

To be honest I was kind of tired and didn't really feel like hanging out for the whole day (I remember thinking I'd rather just nap and play Twenty on my tablet), but it ended up being alright. Sean left to go home and eat dinner, so my friend and I went and got pizza, then drove back to the Caltrain station and chatted there until his train came. Sean didn't seem like he was in a good mood, and I felt worried about that, so after he left there was less tension and it was easier to just talk with my friend about random stuff. He said he had a good time, so that was a relief. I feel like hosting social events, even if they're small, puts me kind of on edge if people seem like they're bored or not feeling good. I always end up feeling responsible. Sometimes it happens even when I'm not hosting. I know it's not really my responsibility to make sure everyone is entertained and happy, but I still feel some pressure. It's especially hard since I'm mostly friends with people who are on the introverted side, so I end up feeling like I have to take on the extravert role and keep conversation going. It does drain me, even though I've sorta been doing that for years now. Socializing can be so exhausting. It's easier if I'm socializing to create a social network for/with a partner, but it's more tiring if I'm by myself and trying to keep everyone satisfied.

Anyway, I'm pretty sleepy. Maybe I'll go to bed before 2 AM...

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