San Diego x 2 and Charlie.
With the exception of today, all of my days off from work for the past week (and for this week) have been big adventures. This is probably why I slept for about ten hours last night - but at least now I finally feel caught up.
Last Wednesday, jinxeddotcom and I went down to San Diego to get some photobox thing for her work repaired. The office was in the middle of nowhere about two miles from the border in some industrial park. Once we had dropped off the box, we had about two hours to kill so we tried to find some kind of store or something but all that was around was restaurants. We ended up at IHOP where I had chocolate chip pancakes for the first (and quite possibly) last time in my life. I could only finish one.
Once we had the photobox loaded back in the car, we headed back home. We got maybe thirty miles before the engine completely shut-off in the #02 lane of the freeway. It was fun! I called AAA and we got shuffled around a bit before finally being towed from San Diego to Pasadena. Luckily (for me anyway) it wasn't my car! The whole entire day seemed like some weird fascinating but completely pointless adventure.
I saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory on Friday night with P and Eric. Most of the dialogue and the acting were great but plot-wise, it left a little to be desired. Aesthetically it was pretty rad though.
On Saturday, I got up way too early to go down to San Diego again, this time with paulflorez to go to Comic-Con. I'm not really a comic-geek & I was essentially going because of Deserae (who I didn't even end up seeing), but in the end it was a lot of fun. One day is totally not enough. I really wanted to go to Ray Bradbury's panel but instead sat through the Underworld : Evolution panel solely to see Scott Speedman in person. Yes, hi, I'm a really dumb obsessive fangirl with a big regret now.
I was going to talk about the three-hour-long conversation I had with R last night, but I'm so not even in the mood. Nothing's really fucking changed anyway.
I will, however, talk about Neal. Neal is the guy I flaked on to go see Star Wars with Paula because he was borderline obsessive. We didn't really talk much after that but lately have sort of been starting to talk again. Or should I say, he has been talking to me again and I just kinda sit there and think about how I was sort of tricked into even answering and how the fuck I'm going to get off the phone. See, when he would call my phone from his cell, I would know it was him and wouldn't answer. He got smart and started calling from his house which comes up as restricted on my caller ID so I stupidly thought it was R and picked up. It is annoying. He calls/emails ALL THE TIME to tell me where he is, what he's doing, what he's going to be doing, etc. I really couldn't care less. He bores the hell out of me. I need to find some balls to get him out of my life but he's so fucking nice that I would feel like an asshole being mean to him.
Men in general are really fucking lame. Or at least, the ones I know. Er, okay, like three or four of the ones I know. The rest of you/them are pretty amazing. ♥
Last Wednesday, jinxeddotcom and I went down to San Diego to get some photobox thing for her work repaired. The office was in the middle of nowhere about two miles from the border in some industrial park. Once we had dropped off the box, we had about two hours to kill so we tried to find some kind of store or something but all that was around was restaurants. We ended up at IHOP where I had chocolate chip pancakes for the first (and quite possibly) last time in my life. I could only finish one.
Once we had the photobox loaded back in the car, we headed back home. We got maybe thirty miles before the engine completely shut-off in the #02 lane of the freeway. It was fun! I called AAA and we got shuffled around a bit before finally being towed from San Diego to Pasadena. Luckily (for me anyway) it wasn't my car! The whole entire day seemed like some weird fascinating but completely pointless adventure.
I saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory on Friday night with P and Eric. Most of the dialogue and the acting were great but plot-wise, it left a little to be desired. Aesthetically it was pretty rad though.
On Saturday, I got up way too early to go down to San Diego again, this time with paulflorez to go to Comic-Con. I'm not really a comic-geek & I was essentially going because of Deserae (who I didn't even end up seeing), but in the end it was a lot of fun. One day is totally not enough. I really wanted to go to Ray Bradbury's panel but instead sat through the Underworld : Evolution panel solely to see Scott Speedman in person. Yes, hi, I'm a really dumb obsessive fangirl with a big regret now.
I was going to talk about the three-hour-long conversation I had with R last night, but I'm so not even in the mood. Nothing's really fucking changed anyway.
I will, however, talk about Neal. Neal is the guy I flaked on to go see Star Wars with Paula because he was borderline obsessive. We didn't really talk much after that but lately have sort of been starting to talk again. Or should I say, he has been talking to me again and I just kinda sit there and think about how I was sort of tricked into even answering and how the fuck I'm going to get off the phone. See, when he would call my phone from his cell, I would know it was him and wouldn't answer. He got smart and started calling from his house which comes up as restricted on my caller ID so I stupidly thought it was R and picked up. It is annoying. He calls/emails ALL THE TIME to tell me where he is, what he's doing, what he's going to be doing, etc. I really couldn't care less. He bores the hell out of me. I need to find some balls to get him out of my life but he's so fucking nice that I would feel like an asshole being mean to him.
Men in general are really fucking lame. Or at least, the ones I know. Er, okay, like three or four of the ones I know. The rest of you/them are pretty amazing. ♥