"Haven't you read the headline that said, 'Ian is always right?'"

[stevie_roch]

San Francicso was fun, as always. It was a wonderful break. I really didn't do anything particularly San Francicso-ish. I mostly was lazy about the apartment with Ian. We talked a lot and played Guitar Hero (which is hard, yet addictively good). When Alex got home from his film thing, he first HELD ME OUT A FUCKING THIRD STORY WINDOW, and then we went out to dinner with Rachel and Maddie at Bill's Place for tasty burgers and fries. We picked up Jeff and then went back to the apartment and played MORE Guitar Hero. We then went to a party at a friend's of Alex's. It was kind of awkward at first, but we made friends with two cool ladies, Chirsty and Sarah. We lounged about on this sweet "love sack" beanbag-type thing, drank, and pretended to be hedonists. We had to give a ride to four drunk kids. Alex attacked me with a tube for talking shit. And then there was arguing about cuddling semantics, sleeping, and then the drive home. I like how I was all planning, "I'm going to have Ian help me with something for genocide class since he knows about politics!" and then I never even brought it up. Oops.

Now I feel like I'm catching a cold. Actually, it's more like I'm really congested, and it doesn't feel like allergies, but it doesn't feel like a cold either. So I'm calling it a cold and taking cold precautions, Zycam style. I'm just hoping all this "Har har everyone is sick but me" bragging isn't coming back to bite me in the ass.

My room is a mess. I should have cleaned it last week. But I was too busy being bitchy. Ah well.

I'm being trained for house manager at the Chico Cabaret! Woo!