I'll Float Downstream Again
Last weekend I went to San Francisco and Santa Cruz; this weekend, I am once again back home.
I was really happy to see my good friend Ren in SF, but other then that my trip was pretty lacking. Athena and I both had a lot on our minds and didn't get enough sleep, which put her in an extremely irritable mood. I myself wasn't wanting to deal with it, so immaturely I just withdrew and spoke less. That, and the city just isn't the same without my best friend Joseph by my side...we used to always go together.
Last night was Girl's Night, which I always get invited to, haha. There were more boy's this time, too -- my friend Jen brought her new roommates over, and they seemed like really solid guys. They were a lot of fun to hang out with, but I admit to feeling a little pang in my heart when two of them started playing on guitar...silly, I know, but what can you do?
...Text Darwin apparently, telling him how you've stumbled across some musicians he might want to jam with, (but they didn't play quite like him) and ask him how he's been.
To my pleasant surprise he texted me back immediately. In typical Darwin fashion, he said no one played quite like him (which is true, he's extremely talented). Apparently he's going a little stir-crazy from staying in all the time, but practicing guitar a lot more. He wanted to know how I was and we texted to and fro a bit, before I asked him to call me. Our talk was extremely pleasant ad light-hearted, and we've made plans to hang out on Tuesday...I'm not getting my hopes up, but I'm glad he meant it when he said he still wanted to be friends.
It was my mother's birthday today so I drove home to see her and the fam. When I got to my bedroom I discovered Darwin had left behind one of his shirts...A white v-neck that has his scent all over it. It's a bittersweet form of torture, to think about him so much, but at the same time...I'm doing it to myself and I don't mind.
...Besides, it's better than getting set up by my very well-meaning friend Jen, who brought over...honestly, an extremely beautiful boy last night. I took one look at him and felt disheartened already. Guys like him belong as lead singers in bands with a mostly-female fanbase, not with boys like me. I pretty much said 'hi' and then excused myself and went home to sleep. Ugh.
NATE, YOU'RE SO LAAAAAAAAAME.
Getting my hair done tomorrow. My weekend is going to rock and fuck it, I am so looking forward to Tuesday. <3
I was really happy to see my good friend Ren in SF, but other then that my trip was pretty lacking. Athena and I both had a lot on our minds and didn't get enough sleep, which put her in an extremely irritable mood. I myself wasn't wanting to deal with it, so immaturely I just withdrew and spoke less. That, and the city just isn't the same without my best friend Joseph by my side...we used to always go together.
Last night was Girl's Night, which I always get invited to, haha. There were more boy's this time, too -- my friend Jen brought her new roommates over, and they seemed like really solid guys. They were a lot of fun to hang out with, but I admit to feeling a little pang in my heart when two of them started playing on guitar...silly, I know, but what can you do?
...Text Darwin apparently, telling him how you've stumbled across some musicians he might want to jam with, (but they didn't play quite like him) and ask him how he's been.
To my pleasant surprise he texted me back immediately. In typical Darwin fashion, he said no one played quite like him (which is true, he's extremely talented). Apparently he's going a little stir-crazy from staying in all the time, but practicing guitar a lot more. He wanted to know how I was and we texted to and fro a bit, before I asked him to call me. Our talk was extremely pleasant ad light-hearted, and we've made plans to hang out on Tuesday...I'm not getting my hopes up, but I'm glad he meant it when he said he still wanted to be friends.
It was my mother's birthday today so I drove home to see her and the fam. When I got to my bedroom I discovered Darwin had left behind one of his shirts...A white v-neck that has his scent all over it. It's a bittersweet form of torture, to think about him so much, but at the same time...I'm doing it to myself and I don't mind.
...Besides, it's better than getting set up by my very well-meaning friend Jen, who brought over...honestly, an extremely beautiful boy last night. I took one look at him and felt disheartened already. Guys like him belong as lead singers in bands with a mostly-female fanbase, not with boys like me. I pretty much said 'hi' and then excused myself and went home to sleep. Ugh.
NATE, YOU'RE SO LAAAAAAAAAME.
Getting my hair done tomorrow. My weekend is going to rock and fuck it, I am so looking forward to Tuesday. <3