Anxiety and Activity
I'm scared. I hope this isn't something really, really serious. It feels serious. It looks serious. I just want it to go away already, and I just want my skin to not look like I've mysteriously healed from small bullet wounds.
Please, whatever you are, go away.
Boh.
I didn't go to SD tonight for Sarah's birthday, due to several factors. I was tired, this thing in my side hurts like crazy and leaves me feeling uncomfortable in certain situations, my mom forbade it, I hate driving to SD, I'm depressed about this infection and friends leaving me, and I wouldn't have been able to get ready in time. Luckily, according to Jessica's texting, I'm not missing out on much. Still.
Sigh.
Friday I shot a 357 magnum, and it was hot. I'm not a terrible shot, but I need some practice of course, being a n00b. I might go back sometime. I want to shoot a semi-automatic handgun next time. Shooting a gun feels awesome and scary at the same time; somehow I didn't expect the kick to be so strong, nor was I prepared to see flames shoot out the sides. I must admit that I am too much of a pussy to try shooting a shotgun, though. That'd be crazy.
South Coast and Gypsy Den was much-needed. South Coast is huge, and I never realized this. Agent Provacateur is provocatively provoking me into wanting to buy their provocative lingerie. Sephora is my weakness. I am a new fan of nude shades of lipstick.
Emily's birthday was a lot of fun, although Jess and I remained pretty mellow and calm throughout the party. It was so lovely to see Emily--she's one of the biggest sweethearts and fun-loving people I know. We got there/left late though, and so I thought it'd be a crappy night, but I had a good time. The house was in Burbank on a hill overlooking part of the Valley, and the house itself was huge in the sense that it's a prime house-party house. There were two female strippers that arrived soon after we got there, paid to service/entertain Emily. That was an interesting sight... given especially that Emily was sober the whole time (she's allergic to alcohol) and doesn't have as much of a lesbian side as she thought. They had her lick things off of them, etc. Oh man. Later on, I was feeling good thanks to booze and a slightly illegal substance, and happily watched people kareoke. One guy was really good, and sang a Journey song like it was off the radio. One day I will karaoke, and I will give it 110% and it will be grand. People will clap!
This morning we left Emily's and drove to Manhattan beach, where some Hungarian family friend's daughters were holding a going away party. One of the daughters is going to Spain for a year for her Masters, the other to Hungary for a year. Many young Hungarians abounded! It was exciting to be in the presence of Hungarian people my age in the U.S. without my mom instigating the gathering. I would like more of this. Anyway, it was good to see Erika and Annette.
It's past midnight, but I think I will go back and continue cleaning my room. I hate dust. I wish there was some device that I could hold in the center of the room, turn on, and have all the dust in the room get sucked out from every corner into it, and I would be done. But no! I would sleep, but I am slightly OCD and won't be able to until I've finished cleaning, especially since the knowledge that my room is covered in dust has been plaguing my mind since returning from Hungary.
Good night.
Please, whatever you are, go away.
Boh.
I didn't go to SD tonight for Sarah's birthday, due to several factors. I was tired, this thing in my side hurts like crazy and leaves me feeling uncomfortable in certain situations, my mom forbade it, I hate driving to SD, I'm depressed about this infection and friends leaving me, and I wouldn't have been able to get ready in time. Luckily, according to Jessica's texting, I'm not missing out on much. Still.
Sigh.
Friday I shot a 357 magnum, and it was hot. I'm not a terrible shot, but I need some practice of course, being a n00b. I might go back sometime. I want to shoot a semi-automatic handgun next time. Shooting a gun feels awesome and scary at the same time; somehow I didn't expect the kick to be so strong, nor was I prepared to see flames shoot out the sides. I must admit that I am too much of a pussy to try shooting a shotgun, though. That'd be crazy.
South Coast and Gypsy Den was much-needed. South Coast is huge, and I never realized this. Agent Provacateur is provocatively provoking me into wanting to buy their provocative lingerie. Sephora is my weakness. I am a new fan of nude shades of lipstick.
Emily's birthday was a lot of fun, although Jess and I remained pretty mellow and calm throughout the party. It was so lovely to see Emily--she's one of the biggest sweethearts and fun-loving people I know. We got there/left late though, and so I thought it'd be a crappy night, but I had a good time. The house was in Burbank on a hill overlooking part of the Valley, and the house itself was huge in the sense that it's a prime house-party house. There were two female strippers that arrived soon after we got there, paid to service/entertain Emily. That was an interesting sight... given especially that Emily was sober the whole time (she's allergic to alcohol) and doesn't have as much of a lesbian side as she thought. They had her lick things off of them, etc. Oh man. Later on, I was feeling good thanks to booze and a slightly illegal substance, and happily watched people kareoke. One guy was really good, and sang a Journey song like it was off the radio. One day I will karaoke, and I will give it 110% and it will be grand. People will clap!
This morning we left Emily's and drove to Manhattan beach, where some Hungarian family friend's daughters were holding a going away party. One of the daughters is going to Spain for a year for her Masters, the other to Hungary for a year. Many young Hungarians abounded! It was exciting to be in the presence of Hungarian people my age in the U.S. without my mom instigating the gathering. I would like more of this. Anyway, it was good to see Erika and Annette.
It's past midnight, but I think I will go back and continue cleaning my room. I hate dust. I wish there was some device that I could hold in the center of the room, turn on, and have all the dust in the room get sucked out from every corner into it, and I would be done. But no! I would sleep, but I am slightly OCD and won't be able to until I've finished cleaning, especially since the knowledge that my room is covered in dust has been plaguing my mind since returning from Hungary.
Good night.