Que paso con...apples?
I am exhausted. I mean srsly guyz.
Spent the last five days with Mike, which was significant A) Because I love him dearly and B) It is the first time in our 2 and a half tenure as a couple that either of us has been able to spend time together on someone's actual birthday (mine, which was Wednesday). A good time was had by all, er, by both.
I picked him up in SLO Wednesday because I was a fucking machine and got three stories completed by noon. First I found Justin in SLO and we hung out and waited for Mike's bus to get in. Downtown San Luis is cute, but it was very busy because it was welcome week for the freshmen. He has a nice fucking house, he's living with Jason. I haven't seen Jason in goddamn a thousand years. We never knew each other real well, which was weird cuz we had all the same classes. Anyways, that was fun. Then Mike got in and we went to a pretty good Mexican place and went home, where Mike presented me with a Pink DS Lite. Which is fucking amazing, and kawaii as fuck. I decorated it with all my cute little Rhythmn Tengoku stickers and I love it dearly. Also, Mike gave me his old phone so that I can talk without being a fag. Which is what happens when I talk on my current phone. I actually become a lesbian and can't stop thinking about sex with chicks until I hang up.
We didn't do very much on Thursday, except go to trade in my DS Fat at EB. Jamie works at EB. This whole time, I thought he was working at KB, as in Toys, in the outlet. So that was fucking great. He had put aside a promotional Pink DS Lite bracelet for me, not knowing that Mike had got me one. So if I were a faggot I could wear the bracelet and play with the DS and be totally homo. Instead, I think I will keep it in the package as a kitschy collector's thing. My parents did a fondue dinner for us on Thursday, which I think Mike liked a lot more than I did. But it was fine, because my parents weren't completely drunk. It was a nice change. Then we went home and watched Mega 64.
Friday we went to Santa Cruz and thought about calling a bunch of people but figured everyone would be busy so we kept to ourselves, which was fine. Bought a bunch of books and CDs, a cookie, went to the arcade, bummed around on the beach, bought clam chowder on the wharf, saw the Illusionist, went to the Saturn. You know, kind of the quintessential visiting Santa Cruz experience. The Illusionist was alright, by the way. Paul Giomatti really shown.
Saturday was seriously lazy time. We hung out in bed, Mikey made me lunch and baked a cake for me. Delicous. Then we hung out some more and went out for dinner at the Cedar House, where Mike ate the rarest steak I have ever seen in my life. I mean holy shit what a seriously rare steak.
The we had to get up at the ass crack of dawn to take him back to the train station. Seriously sucked. Always sucks. After two and half years, I've realized that the amount of tears I shed when parting from him are equal to the amount of time we spend together. When we leave Lompoc after an overnight, for example, I'm bummed, but I don't cry. But I cried yesterday, like a bitch. Humiliating.
So now I'm 20 and that means I am fucking old and I don't like it one bit, though I feel like I shouldn't complain because I'm at the young end of my friends and am by far the youngest of the people I work with on a day to day basis. But I am fucking old and have so little to show for it it isn't even funny. This leads to stealth breakdowns in the car. Very cool.
Okay kids, so it's 11. I should work. Goddamnit.
Spent the last five days with Mike, which was significant A) Because I love him dearly and B) It is the first time in our 2 and a half tenure as a couple that either of us has been able to spend time together on someone's actual birthday (mine, which was Wednesday). A good time was had by all, er, by both.
I picked him up in SLO Wednesday because I was a fucking machine and got three stories completed by noon. First I found Justin in SLO and we hung out and waited for Mike's bus to get in. Downtown San Luis is cute, but it was very busy because it was welcome week for the freshmen. He has a nice fucking house, he's living with Jason. I haven't seen Jason in goddamn a thousand years. We never knew each other real well, which was weird cuz we had all the same classes. Anyways, that was fun. Then Mike got in and we went to a pretty good Mexican place and went home, where Mike presented me with a Pink DS Lite. Which is fucking amazing, and kawaii as fuck. I decorated it with all my cute little Rhythmn Tengoku stickers and I love it dearly. Also, Mike gave me his old phone so that I can talk without being a fag. Which is what happens when I talk on my current phone. I actually become a lesbian and can't stop thinking about sex with chicks until I hang up.
We didn't do very much on Thursday, except go to trade in my DS Fat at EB. Jamie works at EB. This whole time, I thought he was working at KB, as in Toys, in the outlet. So that was fucking great. He had put aside a promotional Pink DS Lite bracelet for me, not knowing that Mike had got me one. So if I were a faggot I could wear the bracelet and play with the DS and be totally homo. Instead, I think I will keep it in the package as a kitschy collector's thing. My parents did a fondue dinner for us on Thursday, which I think Mike liked a lot more than I did. But it was fine, because my parents weren't completely drunk. It was a nice change. Then we went home and watched Mega 64.
Friday we went to Santa Cruz and thought about calling a bunch of people but figured everyone would be busy so we kept to ourselves, which was fine. Bought a bunch of books and CDs, a cookie, went to the arcade, bummed around on the beach, bought clam chowder on the wharf, saw the Illusionist, went to the Saturn. You know, kind of the quintessential visiting Santa Cruz experience. The Illusionist was alright, by the way. Paul Giomatti really shown.
Saturday was seriously lazy time. We hung out in bed, Mikey made me lunch and baked a cake for me. Delicous. Then we hung out some more and went out for dinner at the Cedar House, where Mike ate the rarest steak I have ever seen in my life. I mean holy shit what a seriously rare steak.
The we had to get up at the ass crack of dawn to take him back to the train station. Seriously sucked. Always sucks. After two and half years, I've realized that the amount of tears I shed when parting from him are equal to the amount of time we spend together. When we leave Lompoc after an overnight, for example, I'm bummed, but I don't cry. But I cried yesterday, like a bitch. Humiliating.
So now I'm 20 and that means I am fucking old and I don't like it one bit, though I feel like I shouldn't complain because I'm at the young end of my friends and am by far the youngest of the people I work with on a day to day basis. But I am fucking old and have so little to show for it it isn't even funny. This leads to stealth breakdowns in the car. Very cool.
Okay kids, so it's 11. I should work. Goddamnit.