mmm, 10+ hours of sleep ^^
okay, so here's the deal:
yesterday was pretty great, for a tuesday. tuesdays typically erk me off since I have to get up at the crack of doom for theology. but, here's a quick recap of what happened in the day:
1. got my theology quiz back- a 93%!
2. got out of theology early, thereby squeezing in a longer nap before history.
3. had yummy nachos for lunch with ashley ^^
4. got to see ali before art
5. went to art and drew the best self-portrait I've ever done in my life!
6. helped ashley write her anime paper and felt like a smartypants
7. went to dinner at the lair with ashley and ali (but I only had a soda and a roll, because nothing looked good to me.)
all this happened between the hours of 8:30 and 6:30. not bad, kreeton! the only thing to happen to scar me for LIFE was that, when we came out of the bookstore after dinner, we discovered someone had really hwarfed all over the steps. SO GROSS. I shut my eyes and leaped over the railing to avoid it. ashley and ali had to console me by telling me, "someone must have spilled their jamba juice, okay? their.... turkey sandwich jamba juice...." ><
the other thing was that justin had expressed interest in seeing me all day. he wanted to do lunch (as did louis, hrmf), and he wanted to be with me while I was busy, so after dinner, I called him up. he said he wanted to go out and play, which I was TOTALLY up for. he came by my place and we strolled off to the car.
he drove us down to malibu, seeking out a restaurant on the beach. he parked and we walked a few blocks to this fish restaurant. when we were seated, he got fussed because he hadn't asked for an oceanside table. he got up and tried to see if one was available, but to no avail. he was being so formal, with both of us in our lmu sweaters, and I started to wonder, what is this? a date of sorts?
when I looked at the menu, I got nervous-- the cheapest thing I could find was $19 rainbow trout, so that was what I got (he ordered a $28 atlantic salmon). it was pretty yummy, but I was worried about the cost. the greatest part was that we talked the whole time, smiling, looking at each other in the eyes, laughing. there were no awkward silences, and he delighted in taking me somewhere I had never been. he picked up the check, and I panicked a little, but he told me not to worry (which didn't stop me).
the other cool thing was the leftover treatment. if you had something you wanted to take home, a guy would come to your table with colored foil, and wrap it up origami style to look like an animal! we even had the bread on our table wrapped, we were so anxious to see what we'd get (a crab, whom I named funkmaster krabs). justin's salmon was transformed in front of our eyes into a sting ray.
after dinner, we-- get this-- took a walk along the beach. you know in the personals ads, when it says, "I like long walks on the beach?" yeah. that was it. I flung sand all over with my flip flops and weary swaying hips. we walked along, looking kinda stupid with our foil mammals in hand, but we were having too much fun to care.
we got back to the car and expressed our lack of desire to get back to campus, despite having work to be done. he said, "let's go for a drive."
we drove up to pepperdine, but couldn't get through the locked gates. I remembered that I knew a girl from holy names who went there.
then, he took us through a hidden neighborhood of malibu, reserved for rich people. it didn't even look like california... it was hidden in the woods, and all the houses were sunk down deep past the road. he pointed out the direction of mel gibson's house to me.
he drove us up onto a somewhat horrifying, extremely narrow, upward-slanting driveway, and at the top of this mountainous driveway was a franciscan retreat center. it was almost practically deserted, so we parked and went walking through it.
we didn't go into any of the mexican-looking buildings, but he took me into the back garden, which was illuminated with a gigantic cross decorated with a strong of lights. it was so big, you could see it from the beach. a statue of saint francis extended his arms to us in front of the cross, and I felt like I was in baz luhrman's romeo & juliet. I was completely speechless-- especially when he showed me the view.
looking down hundreds of feet past malibu, the crickets chirping and an owl hooting, I felt like I was in paradise. maybe not my idea of paradise, specifically, but damn close. our voices became soft and our footsteps light. the gravel crunched underneath our feet softly, and since our breathing was so hushed, it was the only sound to be heard to determine our lives or existence.
I wanted to stay there longer- maybe all night. I started to think that this was how horror movies started off, but I felt too at peace to be frightened. I had butterflies like crazy, though.
we drove back home after that, detouring through santa monica, where he showed me the beach with the ferris wheel I'm dying to go to. through all this, we kept talking, and he actually started to open up to me more- he told me more of his past, shared secrets with me. I had a hard time concealing my delight.
he walked me back to my room on campus and I didn't want him to leave. I wanted to attach myself to him. by then, it was a quarter to 11, and I still had to return a call from mom. when I did call her back, and he had left, I gushed about the whole night to her.
I revisited it in my dreams last night. I imagined my hand in his and tried to hold on to that ecstasy for as long as possible.
today, I'm skipping storyboarding, because I have no work done for it, and I have a paper due tomorrow that I haven't started. since I was treated so well yesterday, I'm willing to work today.
yesterday was pretty great, for a tuesday. tuesdays typically erk me off since I have to get up at the crack of doom for theology. but, here's a quick recap of what happened in the day:
1. got my theology quiz back- a 93%!
2. got out of theology early, thereby squeezing in a longer nap before history.
3. had yummy nachos for lunch with ashley ^^
4. got to see ali before art
5. went to art and drew the best self-portrait I've ever done in my life!
6. helped ashley write her anime paper and felt like a smartypants
7. went to dinner at the lair with ashley and ali (but I only had a soda and a roll, because nothing looked good to me.)
all this happened between the hours of 8:30 and 6:30. not bad, kreeton! the only thing to happen to scar me for LIFE was that, when we came out of the bookstore after dinner, we discovered someone had really hwarfed all over the steps. SO GROSS. I shut my eyes and leaped over the railing to avoid it. ashley and ali had to console me by telling me, "someone must have spilled their jamba juice, okay? their.... turkey sandwich jamba juice...." ><
the other thing was that justin had expressed interest in seeing me all day. he wanted to do lunch (as did louis, hrmf), and he wanted to be with me while I was busy, so after dinner, I called him up. he said he wanted to go out and play, which I was TOTALLY up for. he came by my place and we strolled off to the car.
he drove us down to malibu, seeking out a restaurant on the beach. he parked and we walked a few blocks to this fish restaurant. when we were seated, he got fussed because he hadn't asked for an oceanside table. he got up and tried to see if one was available, but to no avail. he was being so formal, with both of us in our lmu sweaters, and I started to wonder, what is this? a date of sorts?
when I looked at the menu, I got nervous-- the cheapest thing I could find was $19 rainbow trout, so that was what I got (he ordered a $28 atlantic salmon). it was pretty yummy, but I was worried about the cost. the greatest part was that we talked the whole time, smiling, looking at each other in the eyes, laughing. there were no awkward silences, and he delighted in taking me somewhere I had never been. he picked up the check, and I panicked a little, but he told me not to worry (which didn't stop me).
the other cool thing was the leftover treatment. if you had something you wanted to take home, a guy would come to your table with colored foil, and wrap it up origami style to look like an animal! we even had the bread on our table wrapped, we were so anxious to see what we'd get (a crab, whom I named funkmaster krabs). justin's salmon was transformed in front of our eyes into a sting ray.
after dinner, we-- get this-- took a walk along the beach. you know in the personals ads, when it says, "I like long walks on the beach?" yeah. that was it. I flung sand all over with my flip flops and weary swaying hips. we walked along, looking kinda stupid with our foil mammals in hand, but we were having too much fun to care.
we got back to the car and expressed our lack of desire to get back to campus, despite having work to be done. he said, "let's go for a drive."
we drove up to pepperdine, but couldn't get through the locked gates. I remembered that I knew a girl from holy names who went there.
then, he took us through a hidden neighborhood of malibu, reserved for rich people. it didn't even look like california... it was hidden in the woods, and all the houses were sunk down deep past the road. he pointed out the direction of mel gibson's house to me.
he drove us up onto a somewhat horrifying, extremely narrow, upward-slanting driveway, and at the top of this mountainous driveway was a franciscan retreat center. it was almost practically deserted, so we parked and went walking through it.
we didn't go into any of the mexican-looking buildings, but he took me into the back garden, which was illuminated with a gigantic cross decorated with a strong of lights. it was so big, you could see it from the beach. a statue of saint francis extended his arms to us in front of the cross, and I felt like I was in baz luhrman's romeo & juliet. I was completely speechless-- especially when he showed me the view.
looking down hundreds of feet past malibu, the crickets chirping and an owl hooting, I felt like I was in paradise. maybe not my idea of paradise, specifically, but damn close. our voices became soft and our footsteps light. the gravel crunched underneath our feet softly, and since our breathing was so hushed, it was the only sound to be heard to determine our lives or existence.
I wanted to stay there longer- maybe all night. I started to think that this was how horror movies started off, but I felt too at peace to be frightened. I had butterflies like crazy, though.
we drove back home after that, detouring through santa monica, where he showed me the beach with the ferris wheel I'm dying to go to. through all this, we kept talking, and he actually started to open up to me more- he told me more of his past, shared secrets with me. I had a hard time concealing my delight.
he walked me back to my room on campus and I didn't want him to leave. I wanted to attach myself to him. by then, it was a quarter to 11, and I still had to return a call from mom. when I did call her back, and he had left, I gushed about the whole night to her.
I revisited it in my dreams last night. I imagined my hand in his and tried to hold on to that ecstasy for as long as possible.
today, I'm skipping storyboarding, because I have no work done for it, and I have a paper due tomorrow that I haven't started. since I was treated so well yesterday, I'm willing to work today.