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"Modesto is a surreal town," I thought as I collapsed in my bed, a deshelved heap of exhaustion. That was my thought on Friday night/Saturday morning. It it what I had proposed to have as my lead-off statement when trying to update my livejournal on Saturday, but I did not do that, as we can tell by the lack of an entry.
I was just in Modesto this weekend, for the first time in over a month. I have not been away from the town for that long since 2004, when I was abroad. I didn't get the normal weird feeling of 'this is what modesto is like, look at the roads'; I had instant acclimation to Modesto, for the first and only time of my life. There is much more to say about this, about everything.
I'm already late for class. Dreadfully so. The bus takes 20-30 minutes; class starts in 5 minutes. FUCK.
This is the second time, yes, second time, I have made myself sick by getting drunk and staying up so late that I ended up sobering up before going to bed, and then waking up early the next morning because I had to, trying to get work done (and failing) and then having an insanely long day. The first time the insanely long day consisted of going to work. This time, it consisted of going to Modesto, which means --on a friday afternoon-- 3 hours trapped in a car yelling about politics with my father (it's not that we disagree, it's simply that that is how we carry on our discourse). This was followed by a dinner of cupcakes and a spicy tamale. After this, we went to my sisters. At this point I realised that my throbbing headache was most likely the result of no caffeine. I have a serious caffeine dependency as of late. Anyways, from here, there was karaoke, which further strained my frazzled voice and body, followed by me and Brian Green and W.T. going to another friend's house. By the time it was just down to me and Brian Green and late night driving, it was 2 a.m. I didn't go home and fall asleep until about 5 am, thinking that modesto was a surreal town, and too tired to jack-off.
saturday was emotional and spent negotiating on the phone, that is until dear old mother calmed the F down. this was followed by my family ridiculing me for being a vegetarian and saying 'no one is going to complain if you eat meat today' or 'just pick out the vegetables' [vegetables which were covered in meat sauce]. I can't blame them, though. that's their mentality. well, it's not quite as bad as it seemed. most of the heckling came from one uncle. but, meh.
after my mom's birthday extravaganza, brian and w.t. and I drove in grandma's car. we spent time at the green house. we say The Departed, the first time I'd been to the picture show since that wretched Little Miss CRAPshine. I mean, Little Miss Sunshine. anyways, that was that, really. not much on saturday, except I kept looking on the internet. I forgot how addicting the internet is; it could be that in santa cruz I have a lack of time, and a seriously crappy connection.
I'm hungry. and insanely late to class. and tired. and...sick. and....and...Dalto-...oh fuck it, I don't even have the energy to be crazy.
have a good day ya'll.
I was just in Modesto this weekend, for the first time in over a month. I have not been away from the town for that long since 2004, when I was abroad. I didn't get the normal weird feeling of 'this is what modesto is like, look at the roads'; I had instant acclimation to Modesto, for the first and only time of my life. There is much more to say about this, about everything.
I'm already late for class. Dreadfully so. The bus takes 20-30 minutes; class starts in 5 minutes. FUCK.
This is the second time, yes, second time, I have made myself sick by getting drunk and staying up so late that I ended up sobering up before going to bed, and then waking up early the next morning because I had to, trying to get work done (and failing) and then having an insanely long day. The first time the insanely long day consisted of going to work. This time, it consisted of going to Modesto, which means --on a friday afternoon-- 3 hours trapped in a car yelling about politics with my father (it's not that we disagree, it's simply that that is how we carry on our discourse). This was followed by a dinner of cupcakes and a spicy tamale. After this, we went to my sisters. At this point I realised that my throbbing headache was most likely the result of no caffeine. I have a serious caffeine dependency as of late. Anyways, from here, there was karaoke, which further strained my frazzled voice and body, followed by me and Brian Green and W.T. going to another friend's house. By the time it was just down to me and Brian Green and late night driving, it was 2 a.m. I didn't go home and fall asleep until about 5 am, thinking that modesto was a surreal town, and too tired to jack-off.
saturday was emotional and spent negotiating on the phone, that is until dear old mother calmed the F down. this was followed by my family ridiculing me for being a vegetarian and saying 'no one is going to complain if you eat meat today' or 'just pick out the vegetables' [vegetables which were covered in meat sauce]. I can't blame them, though. that's their mentality. well, it's not quite as bad as it seemed. most of the heckling came from one uncle. but, meh.
after my mom's birthday extravaganza, brian and w.t. and I drove in grandma's car. we spent time at the green house. we say The Departed, the first time I'd been to the picture show since that wretched Little Miss CRAPshine. I mean, Little Miss Sunshine. anyways, that was that, really. not much on saturday, except I kept looking on the internet. I forgot how addicting the internet is; it could be that in santa cruz I have a lack of time, and a seriously crappy connection.
I'm hungry. and insanely late to class. and tired. and...sick. and....and...Dalto-...oh fuck it, I don't even have the energy to be crazy.
have a good day ya'll.