I especially am slow...
This weekend was crazy. On Friday I had made plans for the weekend as follows:
Friday night: Queer as Folk marathon
Saturday morning/afternoon: antique store hopping
Saturday evening/night: study study study
Sunday morning: relax
Sunday afternoon: study
Sunday evening/night: visit parents
It was to be a very nice and relaxing weekend. What ended up happening is that I drove to LA on a whim accompanied by Little Miss Megan. It was crazy but fun. I went to go help Jess and Marsi move in, even though I really shouldn't have, but I really needed to get out of Berkeley.
Well the drive there was crazy. It didn't seem nearly as long as usual. Megan drove part way, albeit like a grandma, but it was good. We didn't get in until 420 and we had to wake up really early. It didn't realize how early.
I was awoken Saturday morning by an angel rubbing my hair, Marsi. Hahah, thats what I say. It was a very pleseant way to wake up after six hours of driving and only three and a half of sleep. Saturday was moving moving moving. I was sweating profusely. It wasn't too bad because Manoah was there, he has MAN built into his name. Haha. Then there was a lot of furniture assemblage. I hung out with P and Aisha. She did not understand a lick of my franglais, but its ok, I didn't understand her either. Got high with them and got even more high with my two moms. Then we all started crawling around the floor until Jessamine burritoed herself up [very nostalgic] and her and the Mrs fell asleep in the living room so I crawled into the bedroom.
Sunday was fun. Jess made our sauce at PF Chang's and I got to be an interior decorator and see where Jessamine works. While she was placing the order Marsi, Yamamoto and I talked. Ha. Then there was some more moving then I had to go pick up Megan. People in Westwood are dicks who try to steal parking from people who have been waiting ten minutes to get into a spot. Then they honk because they just want to prove even more the extent of their dick-ness. The drive was long. I feared a flat tire. The left over Chinese was god sent. We finally got back at 330 in the morning.
I am tired. I think I'm going to take a nap. I don't know if I'll do work today.
Friday night: Queer as Folk marathon
Saturday morning/afternoon: antique store hopping
Saturday evening/night: study study study
Sunday morning: relax
Sunday afternoon: study
Sunday evening/night: visit parents
It was to be a very nice and relaxing weekend. What ended up happening is that I drove to LA on a whim accompanied by Little Miss Megan. It was crazy but fun. I went to go help Jess and Marsi move in, even though I really shouldn't have, but I really needed to get out of Berkeley.
Well the drive there was crazy. It didn't seem nearly as long as usual. Megan drove part way, albeit like a grandma, but it was good. We didn't get in until 420 and we had to wake up really early. It didn't realize how early.
I was awoken Saturday morning by an angel rubbing my hair, Marsi. Hahah, thats what I say. It was a very pleseant way to wake up after six hours of driving and only three and a half of sleep. Saturday was moving moving moving. I was sweating profusely. It wasn't too bad because Manoah was there, he has MAN built into his name. Haha. Then there was a lot of furniture assemblage. I hung out with P and Aisha. She did not understand a lick of my franglais, but its ok, I didn't understand her either. Got high with them and got even more high with my two moms. Then we all started crawling around the floor until Jessamine burritoed herself up [very nostalgic] and her and the Mrs fell asleep in the living room so I crawled into the bedroom.
Sunday was fun. Jess made our sauce at PF Chang's and I got to be an interior decorator and see where Jessamine works. While she was placing the order Marsi, Yamamoto and I talked. Ha. Then there was some more moving then I had to go pick up Megan. People in Westwood are dicks who try to steal parking from people who have been waiting ten minutes to get into a spot. Then they honk because they just want to prove even more the extent of their dick-ness. The drive was long. I feared a flat tire. The left over Chinese was god sent. We finally got back at 330 in the morning.
I am tired. I think I'm going to take a nap. I don't know if I'll do work today.