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i had a pretty good weekend. so Sunday i didn't follow through with the original plans, and it turned out to be a good day. Cassi and i drove to deception pass and chilled at the beach there. then we drove all the way down whidbey island, had a nice dinner in Langley. fucking small towns, Sunday night is trivia night. i thought that was cool, but i felt out of place, even though I'm a fan of trivial information. we took a roll of pictures, that turned out pretty cool. i got a copy of them. i spent the night at her place, and we watched this movie called red doors, it was pretty interesting. her friend ylana came over, and i got to meet her, that was fun. yesterday, i went to school, and did all that shizz. i rode the 5 to my parents house, and this girl on the bus from my class was there, and i got notes from Friday since i missed class. i'm a bit nervous about the first exam on Friday, because it's been awhile since I've actually taken one. but whatever, fuck it. then at my parents house, i got to hear a new version of a song my dads been working on. i also got to play the drums for awhile, and i went a bit nuts because its been awhile. i really miss playing music daily. my dad also said that we're going to get my saxophone sometime this week, since i left it at some dudes place while i was trashed. i really hope it's still there. yeah so anyways, Monday night my cousin had a birthday dinner. my dad, Leslie (step mom), aunt Alyson, grandma Gloria, Chelsea (my cousin), and her boyfriend Alex all went to Anthony's on shilshole, or however you spell it. it was nice, i had steak and coconut prawns. i got a really bad headache because Chelsea ordered drinks. she was the only one drinking, and it just kind of hurt my head to be around alcohol, especially when she knows I'm a raging alcoholic. but whatever, it's all good. i have continuing care and my home group tonight it'll be cool. in other news, a roommate just went back out. and by went back out, i mean he smoked crack for like 3 days straight and we still haven't seen him yet. it's really sad though, because he's the guy who drove me back to treatment after i found out i had gotten in. it's just shitty to see addicts go back, especially after knowing how serious he was about recovery. blah, so now we gotta hold interviews for a new guy, then do room assignments (i hope i get my own room), and find a new person to take over the checking account/treasurer position. at least I'm not out on the "streets" again. yeah.