is this really my life?
I mean, really. Sometimes I wonder about myself...my sanity...etc.
Yesterday was surreal, like so many other moments of my life lately. I went to a sociology lecture then to pick up my alterations so I could have pants to wear this weekend. Then I went to my grandparents house to help prepare for the holiday and I needed to ask them for financial backing because I can't afford my tuition for Spring '06. Whatever, it went horribly but they agreed to help out their lowly grandaughter.
To celebrate I attempted a nightclub but it failed. Oh man, did it fail. So my new friend, Jack, called and asked if I want to go to a bar in the Mission. Music to my ears. I went to three bars actually and while I had a mere two drinks, he had five. Sharing cigarettes, walking down Valencia and singing Interpol. Overall, very fun, the conversation flowed and the San Francisco chill didn't even bother me. At the third bar (at this point I was drinking club soda) we broke down the age difference because we were aware that there was one and we tried figuring it out during the evening. Or at least I tried.
Let's just say he looks young for his age, I look old for my age and I am wise beyond my years. Seriously, I've read more books than you.
So, as it grew colder and the hours became later I dropped him off at his new place which is quite possibly the most amazing place I've seen. Honestly dubbed, "the crack den" and the like, it is an impressively sprawling piece of real estate. Five bedrooms, two bathrooms, full kitchen, and it's a mess. The place needs work but it was beautiful. And it's temporary. However, so many rooms, smoking is allowed, and when I opened the fridge it was stocked with tonic water and absolut. I was standing in the hallway slackjawed for at least five minutes. I'm working on claiming a room as my own because there are many to spare. I'd like to bring back the idea of a parlour room. Doesn't that sound nice?
He wanted me to stay the night for company but I had to get up early and I politely declined.
I love honesty.
I got home at three, passed out wearing almost nothing because I stripped as I walked up the stairs to my room, and was woken up at 7 am to have coffee with Jakey.
Be productive, fantasize, is it really Thanksgiving?
Friday...be there. Katie's going to be there for chrissakes. It's the only party worth going to this weekend.
Yesterday was surreal, like so many other moments of my life lately. I went to a sociology lecture then to pick up my alterations so I could have pants to wear this weekend. Then I went to my grandparents house to help prepare for the holiday and I needed to ask them for financial backing because I can't afford my tuition for Spring '06. Whatever, it went horribly but they agreed to help out their lowly grandaughter.
To celebrate I attempted a nightclub but it failed. Oh man, did it fail. So my new friend, Jack, called and asked if I want to go to a bar in the Mission. Music to my ears. I went to three bars actually and while I had a mere two drinks, he had five. Sharing cigarettes, walking down Valencia and singing Interpol. Overall, very fun, the conversation flowed and the San Francisco chill didn't even bother me. At the third bar (at this point I was drinking club soda) we broke down the age difference because we were aware that there was one and we tried figuring it out during the evening. Or at least I tried.
Let's just say he looks young for his age, I look old for my age and I am wise beyond my years. Seriously, I've read more books than you.
So, as it grew colder and the hours became later I dropped him off at his new place which is quite possibly the most amazing place I've seen. Honestly dubbed, "the crack den" and the like, it is an impressively sprawling piece of real estate. Five bedrooms, two bathrooms, full kitchen, and it's a mess. The place needs work but it was beautiful. And it's temporary. However, so many rooms, smoking is allowed, and when I opened the fridge it was stocked with tonic water and absolut. I was standing in the hallway slackjawed for at least five minutes. I'm working on claiming a room as my own because there are many to spare. I'd like to bring back the idea of a parlour room. Doesn't that sound nice?
He wanted me to stay the night for company but I had to get up early and I politely declined.
I love honesty.
I got home at three, passed out wearing almost nothing because I stripped as I walked up the stairs to my room, and was woken up at 7 am to have coffee with Jakey.
Be productive, fantasize, is it really Thanksgiving?
Friday...be there. Katie's going to be there for chrissakes. It's the only party worth going to this weekend.