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he word of the night was "pollocaust". Referring to a possum haulocust, in which we as humans would have to define our race as superior by defeating all of the possums in the world. The final plan, if you will
Jeff took me apartment hunting, our Friday night plans have gone from partying to doing such weird things as apartment hunting. We explored San Diego a bit before heading back.
Jeff is cool, one of the few people I don't have to act like I'm interested in the things he's saying in order to keep his friendship(and vice-versa). I often look at many of the friendships I have as me feigning this aflamed, enthusiastic personality. During my encounters with people I ask myself "I wonder when I can let this smile down and go back to being the cynical Matt I'm so used to being" with no avail. This act usually leads me to question my own personality, why would I fake some exhuberant individual in order for people to smile around me? So while I mumble nonsense in order for people to laugh and retain their overall gaeity I shrug my shoulders and think to myself "Whatever works".
Joey has been nothing but an angel to me. I view him with a whole new reverence and find myself to be aloft with an elite few, accompained only by those who have won a publisher's clearing house sweepstakes, or the lottery. Someone once told me "set high standards for a perfect person, just so someone who doesn't meet any of them can come along and crash everything you expected down, just to awe you in ways you couldn't have possibly imagined".
I find him and I are living proof of that, it's very odd.