If This is What its Like Now...
My weekend was the sort of weekend that was so epic it started two days early and ended one day late.
I bought Punchabuddy a ticket down on the amtrak on Thursday since he wasn't working Friday and concert! instead of Stomp.
This caused me, inadvertently, to ditch two classes on Friday. I'm fairly certain I didn't miss too much, but I do need to study a bit for computer organization to make up for it. Boo. Not the most fun class to study for, that one. Need to review SC123, too. And...I should probably start studying for my math test on Wednesday too. Grr. Ah well. Stuff to do, stuff to do.
But after not-going to class and opting to watch Mirrormask and fool around for a bit, we (showered and) drove down to Tracy. Picked up mom's car so mine could be looked at, then went over and switched cars with Jessica. I left my fries in Jess's car too, which is too bad, because IO really want left-over fries right now, now that I remember the damn things. Boo. Jessica drove, which put me in the front seat and Punchabuddy in the back. I remember almost none of the conversation from the drive to the BART. And then there were naptimes on the BART and the most precious illustration in the world.
The concert? Fucking amazing. We missed Phantom Planet due to Michael being later than reasonable and a bit of The Hush Sound. And then, since being up top and watching a band that lacks stage-show antics(Panic! has matching mics, but a lack of choreography or anything particularly interesting to watch, really) Braden and I snuck off to dance on the...thingy. The thing. What the hell is that called. The concourse? I think that's what I'm talking about. After...oh, four or five songs straight of dancing, we were given a free bottle of water from the bar which we drained instantly. Another half-song later we were asked if we wanted to dance where we could see the band. So we got a free bump to general admission and got onto the floor and danced until we were dead.
There was some ish about getting to Denny's. I should've made a different decision about how to handle it. But. All is well now, it seems, despite the ish.
Braden is good. Good to me, I mean. Better to me than I thought was possible. Better for me, too.
The next day we failed epically at sleeping in, because eight am is the time I get up is the time I get up. It was an enjoyable thing, waking up next to my boyfriend though. And we lazed about in the most active way one can laze about, did nothing in particular for a few hours. Fell a little harder, a little more. Went to Hazel's with Mom, Dad, Stacie and Alan. Had a ridiculously good time and too much food. Braden had been committed to making any number of meals at the family household, apparently, with his cooking skills revealed.
We talked. A lot. About everything. I figured out what I was hiding, I think. I was afraid that as hard and as fast as I was falling, that there was a bottom to the pit. I didn't want to hit the bottom and bounce away from you. I didn't think about the consequences of attempting to control my momentum until it became suddenly clear that the consequences were the same as the thing I feared anyway. I was pulling back because I didn't want to pull back. It didn't make sense. It doesn't make sense either. I'm going to try not to do that.
I worked yesterday morning, and we did more of nothing until it was approximately around the time of returning to Sacramento. The original idea had been me driving him out there, hanging for a bit and then me heading home. That plan got modified. We didn't actually end up going dancing, but I'm happy I stayed out in Sac overnight. I did most of my homework, and was amazed to have someone to sound my thoughts off as I worked. (Useful responses to the thoughts? Occasional. But the interest in it was intoxicating.) I got me just a few more hours to last until Friday of snuggles, and watched Stardust. I'm reading the book now and enjoying it rather thoroughly thus far.
If half of our weekends are even half as amazing to last one in terms of how comfortable I already am, this will be something astounding.
I really want an iced mocha.
I'm either strongly allergic to something or I've caught a cold. I'm so congested. It's really fucking annoying.
...I finally caught up on everyone else's livejournals. ^^;
I have a sneaky suspicion that I'm about to be buried in a book whenever I'm not doing something else for a while.
I bought Punchabuddy a ticket down on the amtrak on Thursday since he wasn't working Friday and concert! instead of Stomp.
This caused me, inadvertently, to ditch two classes on Friday. I'm fairly certain I didn't miss too much, but I do need to study a bit for computer organization to make up for it. Boo. Not the most fun class to study for, that one. Need to review SC123, too. And...I should probably start studying for my math test on Wednesday too. Grr. Ah well. Stuff to do, stuff to do.
But after not-going to class and opting to watch Mirrormask and fool around for a bit, we (showered and) drove down to Tracy. Picked up mom's car so mine could be looked at, then went over and switched cars with Jessica. I left my fries in Jess's car too, which is too bad, because IO really want left-over fries right now, now that I remember the damn things. Boo. Jessica drove, which put me in the front seat and Punchabuddy in the back. I remember almost none of the conversation from the drive to the BART. And then there were naptimes on the BART and the most precious illustration in the world.
The concert? Fucking amazing. We missed Phantom Planet due to Michael being later than reasonable and a bit of The Hush Sound. And then, since being up top and watching a band that lacks stage-show antics(Panic! has matching mics, but a lack of choreography or anything particularly interesting to watch, really) Braden and I snuck off to dance on the...thingy. The thing. What the hell is that called. The concourse? I think that's what I'm talking about. After...oh, four or five songs straight of dancing, we were given a free bottle of water from the bar which we drained instantly. Another half-song later we were asked if we wanted to dance where we could see the band. So we got a free bump to general admission and got onto the floor and danced until we were dead.
There was some ish about getting to Denny's. I should've made a different decision about how to handle it. But. All is well now, it seems, despite the ish.
Braden is good. Good to me, I mean. Better to me than I thought was possible. Better for me, too.
The next day we failed epically at sleeping in, because eight am is the time I get up is the time I get up. It was an enjoyable thing, waking up next to my boyfriend though. And we lazed about in the most active way one can laze about, did nothing in particular for a few hours. Fell a little harder, a little more. Went to Hazel's with Mom, Dad, Stacie and Alan. Had a ridiculously good time and too much food. Braden had been committed to making any number of meals at the family household, apparently, with his cooking skills revealed.
We talked. A lot. About everything. I figured out what I was hiding, I think. I was afraid that as hard and as fast as I was falling, that there was a bottom to the pit. I didn't want to hit the bottom and bounce away from you. I didn't think about the consequences of attempting to control my momentum until it became suddenly clear that the consequences were the same as the thing I feared anyway. I was pulling back because I didn't want to pull back. It didn't make sense. It doesn't make sense either. I'm going to try not to do that.
I worked yesterday morning, and we did more of nothing until it was approximately around the time of returning to Sacramento. The original idea had been me driving him out there, hanging for a bit and then me heading home. That plan got modified. We didn't actually end up going dancing, but I'm happy I stayed out in Sac overnight. I did most of my homework, and was amazed to have someone to sound my thoughts off as I worked. (Useful responses to the thoughts? Occasional. But the interest in it was intoxicating.) I got me just a few more hours to last until Friday of snuggles, and watched Stardust. I'm reading the book now and enjoying it rather thoroughly thus far.
If half of our weekends are even half as amazing to last one in terms of how comfortable I already am, this will be something astounding.
I really want an iced mocha.
I'm either strongly allergic to something or I've caught a cold. I'm so congested. It's really fucking annoying.
...I finally caught up on everyone else's livejournals. ^^;
I have a sneaky suspicion that I'm about to be buried in a book whenever I'm not doing something else for a while.