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Hung out at Deidrich's alone for a while. That's really really drepressing. To make things worse, I saw a cute new (at least to me) barista (perhaps Langstaff's replacement?) on bar tonight. She smiled at me, and I did my best to smile back (kinda hard when you know you're going outside to sit and contemplate how alone you are) and all seemed well. As I was sitting outside, she came out and started talking to a few of the regulars. That's when her boyfriend showed up. Man, it hurts to see people laughing, talking and having a flirtatiously good time while you're sitting there staring into a cup of coffee wondering if it would be better if the world just ended all of a sudden. I went to my car to grab something, and as I walked, she kinda appeared out of nowhere heading in the opposite direction. We made eye contact, and after such a display, I couldn't help feel akward; we both managed one of those (or at least what I interperet as one of those) "perhaps we'll meet later, on better terms", hi's. Whatev.
Brett showed up and we talked a little bit. Mostly we talked about how helpless we felt when alone, and how horribly dependant we were on other people. that's more than a little sad, but it's just something you're going to have to come to terms with... Then we started talking about David and his latest batch of drama. Won't get into details here, but wow, that guy; he dosn't do it to himself, but it's like life has it out for him.
Finally Pooja texted me, and I shiped off to a 'random house party' just north of UCI. It was fun -- a little frat boi for me, what with the host running around topless and in board shorts while challenging as many women as possible to beer pong -- but it turned out alright. Molly and her friend (her name is pronounced: K.*leen [retrospective: Kaylen] but fuck me, I can't remember the the middle.) I got to talk to them a little more, and I think they're starting to warm up to me just a tad -- as friends. Or maybe it was just the alcohol. eff.
Left the party early with intent to go hookah with Mike, but he didn't pick up his phone so they ended up leaving. They were a little lost on the way out, so I whipped out the thomas guide and got them to culver safely. Glad to be of service.
Called up Brett -- who was supposedly going to a party with John and David -- but he was more or less headed home, so I met up with David at Earls. We had coffee and an early breakfast while talking about life. I must say that I'm proud of that guy. He's been through a lot of shit, but I think he's finally figured out a way to stay above the stress. I could just see it in his eyes... I've put a lot of effort into trying to help David out, and it's just gratifying to see him begin to spread his newfound adult wings... I'm not sure whether to thank him, or congratulate him, so: Thank's man, you deserve it.