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back in san diego and home for the summer. slightly confused and regularly disoriented, i don't really know what has happened for the past 9 months. allegedly i am now a college sophomore.
my flight arrived friday evening. when i finally went to bed later that night at around 2, i had been asleep for some 8 hours over the previous 86. for context, this means i slept 8 hours from the time i woke up tuesday at one to friday night. retrospectively, this was a very bad idea. i panic attacked thursday morning, and then melted down packing all night and morning on friday before leaving. if it hadn't been for kelsey gloriously agreeing to clean up my shit, i would have been totally fucked.
despite how much i miss portland, my crew, and even (very suprisingly) reed (ok, maybe just a little bit), i spent much of yesterday consciously preventing myself from smiling so i wouldn't be walking around looking like some stoned as shit portlander. which is to say, of course, that shopping and taking wrong turns with my restored bestie, getting drunk at an odd time without good reason, satisfying a terrible urge for pazookies, and crafting were all ridiculously fun.
in essence: reed is fucking nuts, never go days without sleep, everyone should buy a pair of toms, i love my new pair of these (in black), best friends rule, i love san diego, and i can't wait for omar to be home on wednesday (no 'mo though bro, seriously).
EDIT: jordan frand also helped take care of all my shit. moreover, were i gay, i would pursue him with a deep passion that [would] burn in both my heart, and loins. in fact, the knowledge that i cannot attain [sexual] union with such a model of [male] human perfection deters me from pursuing men at all. there it is: because i cannot have jordan, i am straight.
to reiterate: jordan helped kelsey take care of my shit.
my flight arrived friday evening. when i finally went to bed later that night at around 2, i had been asleep for some 8 hours over the previous 86. for context, this means i slept 8 hours from the time i woke up tuesday at one to friday night. retrospectively, this was a very bad idea. i panic attacked thursday morning, and then melted down packing all night and morning on friday before leaving. if it hadn't been for kelsey gloriously agreeing to clean up my shit, i would have been totally fucked.
despite how much i miss portland, my crew, and even (very suprisingly) reed (ok, maybe just a little bit), i spent much of yesterday consciously preventing myself from smiling so i wouldn't be walking around looking like some stoned as shit portlander. which is to say, of course, that shopping and taking wrong turns with my restored bestie, getting drunk at an odd time without good reason, satisfying a terrible urge for pazookies, and crafting were all ridiculously fun.
in essence: reed is fucking nuts, never go days without sleep, everyone should buy a pair of toms, i love my new pair of these (in black), best friends rule, i love san diego, and i can't wait for omar to be home on wednesday (no 'mo though bro, seriously).
EDIT: jordan frand also helped take care of all my shit. moreover, were i gay, i would pursue him with a deep passion that [would] burn in both my heart, and loins. in fact, the knowledge that i cannot attain [sexual] union with such a model of [male] human perfection deters me from pursuing men at all. there it is: because i cannot have jordan, i am straight.
to reiterate: jordan helped kelsey take care of my shit.