First, to wrap up old stuff. I'm not upset Nina left me. I'm pissed she ever dated me. I feel like she used me as a rebound, and that's not something you do to friends without at least telling them first.
Thursday night Kevin comes over to watch the softcore porn he got for his birthday: "The Kama Sutra." This thing is rated R and despite a little nudity, sucked both as a film and as porn. I learn some things from my friends later about theories as to what Nina thought was going on while we were "dating" or whatever, which pissed me off, but like I said above, I'm not upset. Just disappointed.
Friday night we all went out to Santa Fe. Tim, Parker, Paul, Kevin, Crystal, and Shari and I got a table near the entrance, opposite the stage, but the music was still so loud we had to lean in and yell to understand each other. Karen, Nina, and some of Karen's friends went to Corner Stone and everybody had a good time except Nina, who wanted to go to Santa Fe but was prevented by Karen. It sucks, but it happens. Turns out Crystal went to college (in the real Santa Fe) with a good friend of Karen's who comes to parties time to time. Small world. I learned a lot about what people actually though of me in high school, as opposed to what I thought they thought about me, particularly my ass, but also me as a person in general. No wonder my self esteem has had such a troubled history. People say bad things about me to me as a joke. I am not quick to pick up on these things. We left and went to Wawa to get food, because drunk people like food. While in line a couple barely dressed girls tried rubbing their breasts up against me and dropping things in front of me, but Crystal (and unintentionally Parker, who wasn't aware of this at the time) were giving them dirty looks and Crystal was pulling me away from them. I was hardly aware that any of this was happening, but not completely oblivious. We went back to the house and despite my previous rule that my bed not be used to host parties, everybody piled in. My bed is comfortable, they say. Eventually Tim and Parker go to bed, and I just lay in bed with Crystal and Shari with Kevin and Paul sitting at the foot. Karen comes home and hops in, and we all probably annoy the housemates across the hall with how loud we're being. No, nothing like that, just sitting around talking. Eventually Kevin sobers up and takes Crystal and Shari home, then comes back and goes to bed.
Saturday morning Tim, Parker, Kevin and I go up to Savage Mills to look at a townhouse. We liked it a lot, and want to move in this Summer very much. I hope we get it. Tim will probably post pictures of it eventually, if he hasn't already, but if we get it we will throw a party when we move in and all you can see it in real life. 3 stories, 3 and 1/2 baths, 4 bedrooms, a couple living areas, deck, woods/field/high-voltage-powerlines behind the house. It was well decorated when we saw it, but I'm sure our ugly furniture will detract from the architectural pleasantries of the place. We drive around the area a little, and it looks nice. Howard County, if you're curious, just south of where 32 hits 95. Later, after we get lunch and go back to the house and Kevin leaves to go do stuff, Tim and Paul and I go for a run. I've been running about 3 1/2 miles every day this week, walking for one stretch of road maybe an eighth of a mile long a couple miles in to cool off, and Tim didn't think he could do it. Motivated to not lag behind, or to prove he's a big man, or something, he kept up the whole time, even on the half mile hill at the end that gets steeper and steeper the closer you get to the top that usually kills me. So that's good. We hang out some before going up to Columbia Mall (yeah, I know, going to a mall on a Saturday Night is lame middle school stuff, but we were just getting dinner with Parker who works there for the time being. We go to Parkers house later that night and watch Donny Darko, which I had been wanting to see, and liked it very much. Kevin and Karen came up to watch too. Went back to the house in Karen's car, and we bitched about some stuff. Went to bed.
Got up this morning intending to run before going to my parents for breakfast, but decided to sleep in instead. I still got home before breakfast, and got to hang out with Becky who is almost always in another state/country going to school or working in some national park, and Jeremy, who is almost always there. We had bagels, salmon, and whitefish (whatever that is, i'm not sure, but I didn't have any so it's okay that I'm unclear as to it's source,) if you're curious. You're not, are you. Too late, you read it. I came home at around 2 and went for what is becoming my daily run to, around, and back from lake Artemisia (sp?). I then ripped my new Modest Mouse CD "Building Nothing Out Of Something" and listened to it. And it was good. Then, I decided to post to my blog, and actually write something. Now, I am finishing it, staring at the monitor, waiting to go up to Duclaw up in Arundel Mills with Paul, Tim, and Parker. I'll talk to you all later.
It's starting to feel like Spring, both in the weather and in my head. This makes me happy.
Sunday, March 13, 2005
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Good blog entry. Strong work. Good game. Good game. Good game...
-Will
Boy gets a girl for a little bit, and forgets all about his blog.
Now, boy and blog, that's where the real love story happens...
Kayla, why is your last post uncommentable?
Yeah, I've been bad for the last month or so, but I'm feeling more expressive in general now so I plan on keeping with the writing. It's partially due to my girl troubles, but I don't think it's just that. I'm finding I'm better at puting my thoughts into words.
I was thinking, reading your blog, that our troubles are a lot alike, like a grain of sand and a boulder: same stuff, same basic principles, but wholy different scales. Puts things into perspective for me.
I think blogger changed my default, but that post is commentable now.
Just so I feel loved, I'd appreciate it if you do a copy/paste on my blog so others can see your comment.
:p
Much love babe!
a note to Will --> I was comment on your blog about the general inferiority of lexisnexis to its legal competitor WestLaw on everything except the KeyCite function, where lexis really outdoes itself. I am afterall, a member of the legal community at the moment. Luckily, as a student, lexis only has my student ID #, a number which will do anyone with it absolutely no good whatsoever since my school is so small the financial aid people pull your file b/c they know who you are and how much money you got last semester...
However, you got spared that b/c you don't allow anonymous comments on your blog.
You must be one smart motherfucker. =P
Unlike Fuzzy, who lets me post whatever I want, even things that don't pertain to his blog. :) Love you Fuzzy!
I'm going to use Kayla's boy gets girl and forgets about blog theory to explain my crappy blog posting frequency. It sure beats the "I'm lazy as hell and dont feel like typing" theory.
And Tim, all this time, I thought your lack of posting was because your predominant hand was otherwise occupied... holding, um, giant bottles of hershey's syrup?
to Kayla, well, to everyone... unfortunately it would appear that a Friendster blog only allows other people who are members of friendster to post comments, which is totally lame. It might have something to do with using their free service. Either way, it's a bummer. It looks like I'll probably switch services... at some point.
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