Summer 2007
This summer has been action packed, with fun and adventure and a whole lot of archived apathies for a certain someone that we all know and hate. Under my categories of favorite summers in my young adult life, which is starting from SCPA and on, this one rates right up there with last summer.
My summer started off with a bang as I packed up all my stuff took my last finals and moved back to san Diego, after unpacking and re assessing my self in my house I spent an entire week, the one week of my summer that I would have no work or school I spent playing Sims. I played for so long that eventually the game became so obnoxious that I didn’t play it for the rest of the summer. By the end of that week my dad would even come near me because I hadn’t shaved or showered for the entire time. So I picked up my shaver turned on the shower and got clean for my first day of summer classes.
I took philosophy. The teacher was boring but the class was easy. I had to read the book to follow the material but I got through it with a yet to be figured out grade. I couldn’t follow the guy in class, he just started on a tangent and wouldn’t relent until he was so far off topic that my brain had actually shut down finally at the very end of class he spun what ever he was talking about and transformed it into the first topic as if that’s how philosophy is suppose to be. But I passed and though Ashley wasn’t in the class it was still nice to actually do something during the summer other then sit at home and play video games.
Work. I used to think worked sucked in Fullerton but then I went to work at Grossmont center target. At first I was annoyed at the way all the team members would talk down to me in a condescending way, as if I was some idiot that just walked off the street. Then target started working me eight hour shifts, and closing there means staying till eleven which is something I wasn’t prepared for. Along with that the work I was doing was soo much more monotonous then the Fullerton store that I wanted to strangle the guest every time they made a comment about my strange shirts. Honestly I don’t think I was made for that kind of work. I put up with the store because I was only going to be there for three month and I might as well considering I would be transferring to a different store come fall. Although last a couple of weeks ago they hired a guy named Greg and I started to flirt with him, (the best I could) and that made work a little more exciting.
Pride. One of the coolest things I did this summer was go to san Francisco pride. It started with a beach party, I got to the party a little earlier then most people but I wasn’t the first, and I went into the ocean, destroyed a sand castle and played a little catch with some form of ball or maybe it was a Frisbee. When it started getting late, like around ten or eleven me, Robby and Megan started on the over five hundred mile trip to san Francisco. I drove at first and managed to reach the end of the grape vine before I almost crashed, so Robby took over and he drove us from the grape vine to about forty miles out of Berkley (which was our destination). Megan took us the rest of the way and finally we reached our destination, which was Megan’s boyfriends house. The whole group comprised of I think four cars full of people, but only two of those cars where staying at the hotel, that was my car and ed’s car. Before I go on the reason for going to pride was for a board member retreat for the club at Fullerton which I am P.R. for. So my car got to the house first and which was about four or five in the morning. Me and Robby crashed on the couch, Megan as she spent most of the trip sleeping in the back of the car did not… when the rest of the group arrived we all headed off to the hotel. It’s truly amazing how much energy we all had even though we had not slept and just spent six hours in a car together. This is when my memory gets a little jumbled. Our plan for the first day was to go to china town, eat something and find trolley car tickets and muni passes that would work for the rest of the trip, so naturally the clubs vice president christen decided to have a little wine before we left, I had a glass and we toasted something that I cant remember now. As we left the hotel and started walking toward china town, christen started to act very peculiar, he was drunk. He made it all the way to chine town before he fell, and we took him to a restaurant to eat something then one of our group had to take him back to the hotel where he spent the rest of the day passed out on the floor. The beginning of the day was strange because we couldn’t find out where to get muni passes because apparently there is only one place in all of San Francisco that allows you to get the public transportation passes and we went the opposite direction. The trip was nice, I get to see the trolley museum which was free of charge and I took one of the trolleys to the muni pass station all the while teasing the clubs president jasmine about how many ways one could die on that trolley. After we got the passes I met up with Emily at the hotel and she tagged along with my group for the rest of the day which was nice, because it gave me a someone to talk to. We went to Gairardelli square and this big park place with big arches, then we headed off towards pear 39, where we had dinner at bubba Gumps Shrimps. I think after that we all went back to the hotel and rested till the next morning. The next day we started off by going to Dim Sum which is a type of Chinese lunch special where they load different types of food on a plate and walk around offering it to people. It was really good food for what it was and I got to taste a lot of different things. After that little experience we headed off the four gayest corners of the world, which was stupid but I met Cedric there and that was cool. I went to the dyke march with him while the group went off to poke fun at hobos. A lot of my pictures of face book are from the dyke march. The march ended in the Castro which is the gay spot of San Francisco. At the event of the night was the Castro party which I did my part in dancing the night away. I don’t like being pushed around especially when I’m already feeling uncomfortable, I was dancing alone in the middle of a lot of couples who where bumping and pushing, it just wasn’t very fun so I left. Cedric soon followed and we talked for a little while. When he left there was long gap before my group came so I eat a hot dog and talked to Jim. When the rest of the group got there we spent about five minutes in the Castro party before they told us that it was over which was funny. Then we made the very stupid mistake of walking all the way back to our hotel. All the while there where these two very hot guys walking just in front of us, very drunk and very cute. So I had eye candy as my feet where slowely being tortured by the hills of San Francisco. We made it back to the hotel in one piece only christen had went off to some bar somewhere. I went to bed and work up, bet you didn’t expect that one. The next day I think we went to the pride parade where after a very long day of loosing people and finding them again amongst the massive crowd I finally took a walk with some of the more interesting group members and we went down leather ally. I went into a leather shop and they had me try on this shirt which I did thinking that I was just going to be un comfortable and want to take it off right away but it turned out that I liked it and after much persuading I finally bought it. I watched the parade which was boring except for Sulu who was on the Google float. So I thought that was cool. Then I came back Down to San Diego. This time without Megan and with christen, I drove to the grape vine again christen drove to river side and I drove home. The end.
My Sorta best friend John-Michael found him self in the hospitable for the better part of a week while recovering from a surgery. He knew about the surgery before it happened and told me that he was going to have a “Dark week” where he wouldn’t talk to anyone, so with much persuasion I finally got the truth out of him. Well most of the truth, he still didn’t tell me why he was going into major surgery. So I was fine with that and didn’t pursue the subject but then on the night that he was suppose to be recovering form the surgery he called me. As he was too weak to talk to for very long the conversation was short. He called me again the next day and invited me over to visit him in the hospitable so I got out of work early making it seam like he was in a car crash or something and drove to the hospitable. It was a typical hospitable layout, him laying on a bed with wires and tubes every where. We didn’t really talk much but he told me the true nature of his surgery something he assures me he has not revealed to anyone else but family for what ever that’s worth. I spent the next couple of days staying with him in the hospitable, which I didn’t find to be a bad experience I liked helping him and being there for him something my sisters says is because every likes to feel needed. After I think six days and nights of staying with him in the hospitable he got out and didn’t call for a couple of days. Finally i got a hold of him and he said he was back at home. I came over and we played some video games then started to talk this did not go well. He didn’t remember the hospitable very well so when I told him about some of the stuff that he said and did he got very angry with me and started verbally attacking me and integrating me as to why I was telling him that. After that our conversations became rocky, as I have a dark sense of humor which he was able to deal with before all of the sudden he was thinking I was purposely degrading him. He became very emotional and sensitive and I had to seriously change the way I talked when I was around him so as not to anger him. He complained about being cooped up in his house so I took him to see a couple of movies, which was cool and we had a long debate about who was better Voldamort or Dumbldore. I made a couple of more plans with him thinking that he had changed maybe just a little but I was wrong, in typical John-Michael he Flaked four times one wasn’t his fault but the other times where. So I have a new policy, never make plans with him only talk until he learns that he cant just walk all over his friends. I’m hoping that this new play will help me avoid any more Jim related drama.
Delaney, yaa someone who I can actually call my best friend with out putting a sorta in front of. This summer I spent a lot of time with Delaney eating bagels before class form golden bagel. I’m actually writing this part in the sixth week of school so my memory is really fuzzy but Delaney and my other San Diego Friends I know had a fun time. Yaaa. Woot.
Ricky. I have to say that having Tony-Rose back in my life was really great but having Ricky Back is just beyond words. It was really interesting the first time I see him after almost Eight Years he is just A Blur, I felt as if the importance of this meeting was not a important to him as it is to me a Jeanette but after talking with him a spending time over the next couple of day that opinion changes. I know this sounds incredibly Emo but I feel as part of my self that I new was missing has been found and, I suppose I feel whole again. Ricky to me is like family, even closer to me then my Moms Side, he’s like a brother and not having him in my life was like loosing a brother for Eight years. So now he is back and that void is filled. I could say more about this but I think right now I’ll just stop.
Supper Long Live Journal Entry over.
My summer started off with a bang as I packed up all my stuff took my last finals and moved back to san Diego, after unpacking and re assessing my self in my house I spent an entire week, the one week of my summer that I would have no work or school I spent playing Sims. I played for so long that eventually the game became so obnoxious that I didn’t play it for the rest of the summer. By the end of that week my dad would even come near me because I hadn’t shaved or showered for the entire time. So I picked up my shaver turned on the shower and got clean for my first day of summer classes.
I took philosophy. The teacher was boring but the class was easy. I had to read the book to follow the material but I got through it with a yet to be figured out grade. I couldn’t follow the guy in class, he just started on a tangent and wouldn’t relent until he was so far off topic that my brain had actually shut down finally at the very end of class he spun what ever he was talking about and transformed it into the first topic as if that’s how philosophy is suppose to be. But I passed and though Ashley wasn’t in the class it was still nice to actually do something during the summer other then sit at home and play video games.
Work. I used to think worked sucked in Fullerton but then I went to work at Grossmont center target. At first I was annoyed at the way all the team members would talk down to me in a condescending way, as if I was some idiot that just walked off the street. Then target started working me eight hour shifts, and closing there means staying till eleven which is something I wasn’t prepared for. Along with that the work I was doing was soo much more monotonous then the Fullerton store that I wanted to strangle the guest every time they made a comment about my strange shirts. Honestly I don’t think I was made for that kind of work. I put up with the store because I was only going to be there for three month and I might as well considering I would be transferring to a different store come fall. Although last a couple of weeks ago they hired a guy named Greg and I started to flirt with him, (the best I could) and that made work a little more exciting.
Pride. One of the coolest things I did this summer was go to san Francisco pride. It started with a beach party, I got to the party a little earlier then most people but I wasn’t the first, and I went into the ocean, destroyed a sand castle and played a little catch with some form of ball or maybe it was a Frisbee. When it started getting late, like around ten or eleven me, Robby and Megan started on the over five hundred mile trip to san Francisco. I drove at first and managed to reach the end of the grape vine before I almost crashed, so Robby took over and he drove us from the grape vine to about forty miles out of Berkley (which was our destination). Megan took us the rest of the way and finally we reached our destination, which was Megan’s boyfriends house. The whole group comprised of I think four cars full of people, but only two of those cars where staying at the hotel, that was my car and ed’s car. Before I go on the reason for going to pride was for a board member retreat for the club at Fullerton which I am P.R. for. So my car got to the house first and which was about four or five in the morning. Me and Robby crashed on the couch, Megan as she spent most of the trip sleeping in the back of the car did not… when the rest of the group arrived we all headed off to the hotel. It’s truly amazing how much energy we all had even though we had not slept and just spent six hours in a car together. This is when my memory gets a little jumbled. Our plan for the first day was to go to china town, eat something and find trolley car tickets and muni passes that would work for the rest of the trip, so naturally the clubs vice president christen decided to have a little wine before we left, I had a glass and we toasted something that I cant remember now. As we left the hotel and started walking toward china town, christen started to act very peculiar, he was drunk. He made it all the way to chine town before he fell, and we took him to a restaurant to eat something then one of our group had to take him back to the hotel where he spent the rest of the day passed out on the floor. The beginning of the day was strange because we couldn’t find out where to get muni passes because apparently there is only one place in all of San Francisco that allows you to get the public transportation passes and we went the opposite direction. The trip was nice, I get to see the trolley museum which was free of charge and I took one of the trolleys to the muni pass station all the while teasing the clubs president jasmine about how many ways one could die on that trolley. After we got the passes I met up with Emily at the hotel and she tagged along with my group for the rest of the day which was nice, because it gave me a someone to talk to. We went to Gairardelli square and this big park place with big arches, then we headed off towards pear 39, where we had dinner at bubba Gumps Shrimps. I think after that we all went back to the hotel and rested till the next morning. The next day we started off by going to Dim Sum which is a type of Chinese lunch special where they load different types of food on a plate and walk around offering it to people. It was really good food for what it was and I got to taste a lot of different things. After that little experience we headed off the four gayest corners of the world, which was stupid but I met Cedric there and that was cool. I went to the dyke march with him while the group went off to poke fun at hobos. A lot of my pictures of face book are from the dyke march. The march ended in the Castro which is the gay spot of San Francisco. At the event of the night was the Castro party which I did my part in dancing the night away. I don’t like being pushed around especially when I’m already feeling uncomfortable, I was dancing alone in the middle of a lot of couples who where bumping and pushing, it just wasn’t very fun so I left. Cedric soon followed and we talked for a little while. When he left there was long gap before my group came so I eat a hot dog and talked to Jim. When the rest of the group got there we spent about five minutes in the Castro party before they told us that it was over which was funny. Then we made the very stupid mistake of walking all the way back to our hotel. All the while there where these two very hot guys walking just in front of us, very drunk and very cute. So I had eye candy as my feet where slowely being tortured by the hills of San Francisco. We made it back to the hotel in one piece only christen had went off to some bar somewhere. I went to bed and work up, bet you didn’t expect that one. The next day I think we went to the pride parade where after a very long day of loosing people and finding them again amongst the massive crowd I finally took a walk with some of the more interesting group members and we went down leather ally. I went into a leather shop and they had me try on this shirt which I did thinking that I was just going to be un comfortable and want to take it off right away but it turned out that I liked it and after much persuading I finally bought it. I watched the parade which was boring except for Sulu who was on the Google float. So I thought that was cool. Then I came back Down to San Diego. This time without Megan and with christen, I drove to the grape vine again christen drove to river side and I drove home. The end.
My Sorta best friend John-Michael found him self in the hospitable for the better part of a week while recovering from a surgery. He knew about the surgery before it happened and told me that he was going to have a “Dark week” where he wouldn’t talk to anyone, so with much persuasion I finally got the truth out of him. Well most of the truth, he still didn’t tell me why he was going into major surgery. So I was fine with that and didn’t pursue the subject but then on the night that he was suppose to be recovering form the surgery he called me. As he was too weak to talk to for very long the conversation was short. He called me again the next day and invited me over to visit him in the hospitable so I got out of work early making it seam like he was in a car crash or something and drove to the hospitable. It was a typical hospitable layout, him laying on a bed with wires and tubes every where. We didn’t really talk much but he told me the true nature of his surgery something he assures me he has not revealed to anyone else but family for what ever that’s worth. I spent the next couple of days staying with him in the hospitable, which I didn’t find to be a bad experience I liked helping him and being there for him something my sisters says is because every likes to feel needed. After I think six days and nights of staying with him in the hospitable he got out and didn’t call for a couple of days. Finally i got a hold of him and he said he was back at home. I came over and we played some video games then started to talk this did not go well. He didn’t remember the hospitable very well so when I told him about some of the stuff that he said and did he got very angry with me and started verbally attacking me and integrating me as to why I was telling him that. After that our conversations became rocky, as I have a dark sense of humor which he was able to deal with before all of the sudden he was thinking I was purposely degrading him. He became very emotional and sensitive and I had to seriously change the way I talked when I was around him so as not to anger him. He complained about being cooped up in his house so I took him to see a couple of movies, which was cool and we had a long debate about who was better Voldamort or Dumbldore. I made a couple of more plans with him thinking that he had changed maybe just a little but I was wrong, in typical John-Michael he Flaked four times one wasn’t his fault but the other times where. So I have a new policy, never make plans with him only talk until he learns that he cant just walk all over his friends. I’m hoping that this new play will help me avoid any more Jim related drama.
Delaney, yaa someone who I can actually call my best friend with out putting a sorta in front of. This summer I spent a lot of time with Delaney eating bagels before class form golden bagel. I’m actually writing this part in the sixth week of school so my memory is really fuzzy but Delaney and my other San Diego Friends I know had a fun time. Yaaa. Woot.
Ricky. I have to say that having Tony-Rose back in my life was really great but having Ricky Back is just beyond words. It was really interesting the first time I see him after almost Eight Years he is just A Blur, I felt as if the importance of this meeting was not a important to him as it is to me a Jeanette but after talking with him a spending time over the next couple of day that opinion changes. I know this sounds incredibly Emo but I feel as part of my self that I new was missing has been found and, I suppose I feel whole again. Ricky to me is like family, even closer to me then my Moms Side, he’s like a brother and not having him in my life was like loosing a brother for Eight years. So now he is back and that void is filled. I could say more about this but I think right now I’ll just stop.
Supper Long Live Journal Entry over.