No, I did NOT have a good weekend
Jul. 5th, 2004 06:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
azuriteOkay, so the 4th of July wasn't all that. But any time you have expectations about something, they always fall through the floor. If you imagine a scenario panning out a certain way, it's almost guaranteed to happen differently, just because that's the way life works out.
Maybe I don't have a sense of humor as I should, or maybe I'm just hard-headed. I can't take so-called "constructive criticism" when it isn't put into a tactful manner. I know, I know, I myself am far from tactful and pleasant in such matters, but why is it that people I thought were my own friends take license to insult me and hurt my feelings? Do they not even care or notice?
I'm not even sure if I can recall all that much since I might be glossing over it. Well, I'll try to start from the beginning.
Mike came over unexpectedly early-- I was already up and working online, emails and the like-- but I'd left my cell in my room to charge. It was getting annoying, leaving my phone on and getting called or TMd in the middle of the day or whatever; it's like, in the middle of the day, if I'm home and online, why bother? Just IM me or something.
Yeah, well my logic is flawed, as I found out multiple times yesterday.
After a while, I got dressed in 4th of July gear (denim skirt, red/white striped tee with a blue heart, red/white/blue gummy bracelets, red hair clip, and black tights with my All-American black Converse!), and we headed out. Since Mike wanted to hit up downtown first, we got off at Powell again, and decided to take the F down to the piers. Unfortunately, it took forever, so we ended up swinging by Quizno's for lunch (my $20 went down the hole; $12 just for lunch!) and walking the rest of the way to the Embarcadero. Luckily, there was a special bus running from Steuart, so we just took that as far as it went, and walked the remaining two blocks or so to Pier 39.
There were a few people already there celebrating-- and Jeremy was kind enough to have put DDR on Freeplay. After a bit of waiting (and line confusion; people never read signs!), I went on with Grace. And my brain experienced near-total blackout; I couldn't seem to pick any songs.
Anyway, come 4th/FINAL stage, I'm already pretty hot (I took off my choir windbreaker and my cream colored cardigan), so I took off my shirt-- I was wearing a black bathing suit top underneath, so it's not like I was flashing the fanboys. And someone (who I later learned was Sean) was all saying "Put your shirt back on!" while I was dancing. So as if it wasn't bad enough that I *hate* being watched when I DDR, and that LOADS of my so-called friends were around, people had to go an insult me. Of course I tripped up, and I ended up with a D overall on that song.
And when I asked Sean about why he had the nerve to say it, he goes and spouts some rules that RTA has posted somewhere that no one ever pays attention to, let alone KNOW about. Something about "indecently exposing" people, like little kids? Okay, for starters, the DDR machine was *surrounded* completely by people. Even if there were little kids wandering in the area, they wouldn't have been able to see me very well. And second, BATHING SUIT TOP! People were wandering around outside and probably in the arcade (slutty HK girl, for one) showing more skin than I. And at least I'm NOT some huge-ass cow, jiggling and sweating my gangrenous limbs!
*sigh* It was so upsetting. I mean really, I just wanted to find some abandoned corner and cry. But nope, the arcade is packed with people, and my own friends don't even seem to give a shit about me. Not even Mike. Nope, he just goes around and starts being the Man of the Hour. I shouldn't mind that last part, really, since it's been ages since he's seen everyone. I guess I really am too selfish.
As if to make matters worse, my knees were killing me by that time, and all I wanted to do was sit down or lie down somewhere and sleep. Well, eventually Mike deemed that we should get going to Houston's for dinner. This was a plan we'd made a while ago, and I was looking forward to it, since it was his treat and everything. But obviously I was just on Emotional Putz mode.
We get to the restaurant and not only do I feel really stupid because of the way I'm dressed (compared to all the tailored hostesses), but the place is very dark and clubby-like-- wood paneling and fine wood, the thick smell of BBQ... I never felt more out of place. Plus, the menu was very limited and --much to my dismay, I found out the ribs were pork. I can't eat pork-- it makes me sick! Plus, the rib rack (of beef) was so expensive, and I really didn't want to be that much of a nuisance to Mike. So I settled on the Hickory Burger and a glass of water. (Cool thing about Houston's water is that they freeze the glasses rather than put ice in the water.)
But I made the stupid mistake of asking the waitress if the fries cost extra. As if a) I would have eaten the fries anyway-- my eyes are ALWAYS bigger than my stomach; b) I would have had to pay for it! But I didn't want to be a financial burden on Mike, which is why I didn't get a drink or anything... I don't know, I haven't been to a place that has nice dinners and such for a long time, so I didn't know what to say or ask or... ;_; GAAH!
I decided it was best if I just kept my mouth shut for the remainder of the afternoon; thus far, everything I'd said or done had resulted in me feeling depressed out of my mind. Maybe it was the company I kept, but it's more likely that I just overreacted to everything. Blame it on PMS or whatever.
Matter of fact, I am going to blame it on PMS, so there.
The Burger was okay-- though I should have gotten it Medium-Well rather than Well Done. The cheese tasted funny too; they grated it, but didn't melt it, so it tasted rather bizarre with the BBQ sauce-covered patty. I scraped most of it off, but the sauce combined with whatever else was on the burger made for one slippery patty, so I just took it out and ate the meat with my fork-- and ate the bun (which tasted like cornbread) later. It was a disaster on my plate, and I get the feeling doing so was rude. I mean, I even had to ask Mike if it was appropriate to be eating a burger in a place like that with my hands. He said it was okay, but still...
I couldn't even get appropriately distracted by the baseball games (Cubs vs. White Sox). We made some small talk, but that's about it... nothing horribly memorable. But then, I guess everything just goes in one year and out the other with me. I'm such a windbag.
We went back to RTA, but most everyone else had left to grab dinner at In-N-Out. We hoped to catch up with them, so we walked all the way back out to the Embarcadero, which, by now, was all closed off from traffic. We went into a few stores to look for some souvieners for Mike's friends out East, and that was when the exhaustion had truly settled in. I just wanted to go home, say "Fuck the fireworks" and sleep.
Best 4th of July is the one where I'm with my dad, we're BBQing outside, eating delish burgers or ribs, kebabs, and enjoying fruits and salad. Yummy nectarines and peaches, fresh plums from our tree, and blackberry pie with fat blackberries from the hedge. And we have our OWN fireworks --so does the whole neighborhood. We don't need to rush to some silly lawn and watch the same boring stuff over and over, crowded amongst stupid people yelling at you...
Yeah, well that's what happened. Blah-- we went to a few stores, found out Sean and the others had already gone back to RTA, and thusly headed BACK. More people had since arrived-- turns out everyone who ever was in "the crowd" for regular Wednesdays or Fridays was back. We saw Benji (who didn't speak to me), Grace (who I got to grope, haha!), Baka, Jeremy (duh), Jeffrey (of ATW fame), Captain Canada (aka James-- the GOOD James!), Christal, Richie, Jason (Menchi), Vince, Jimbo, Cris, PsyJoe, Pill/Will, Holly, Mariah (it really *was* her that I saw at Fanime...), Will, Paulo-- and after the idiotic fireworks, Amber and Fred! Amber brought Zack, and Santos (her brother) and Svetlana (his GF) showed up! The only people really missing were Dez and Reggie... Sean appeared a bit later, as he'd found some Wash people to hang with.
When we finally decided to head out to go to Ghirardelli Square/Maritime Park for the fireworks display, it was colder and foggier. This would not bode well. We managed to wrangle up a few people (Jimbo, Cris, Vince, PsyJoe, Capt. Canada, and maybe some others I'm sadly forgetting at the moment) to come with us, and we walked all the way there. I talked with Captain Canada most of the way there, which was pretty cool, since I don't usually speak to him. By the time we got to the park, it was dark and crowded. Mike led the way through the lawn to a spot not far from the ship where the 'works were supposed to go off from; Grace, Sean, and several others were lost trying to find us. Jeffrey and Dorkchop eventually joined us, but that's when the real stupidity began (having nothing to do with the latter two boys; it's just that the fireworks began shortly after they arrived).
Okay, so it's crowded as hell, and maybe because of stupid city rules, the fireworks being set off just aren't very high in the sky. I knew they wouldn't be set off near Pier 39 because of all the boats docked there, but they could have picked a clearer space (or designated spaces) for people to be able to see. Anyway, loads of people started standing up. The rest of us toward the higher part of the slope yelled at them to sit down, but none of them would. Eventually it became (in Mike's words), "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em." You know, now that I think about it, how stupid. They're just fireworks, and it's not like the holiday was at all like I'd hoped at that point. The people that I really wanted to be there, celebrating with me, weren't-- or didn't seem to care much for the holiday or me.
I guess I'm pretty patriotic, because it pisses me off that people look at Independence Day as just another excuse to party, get drunk, and blow up stuff. Of course that's part of the modern mentality, but it's celebrating our nation's independence, our ideals and freedoms... no one seems to get that. Everyone takes this whole damn country for granted.
So anyway, I stood up eventually myself, but you still couldn't see anything. And to make matters worse, some jackass behind me (on the TOP OF THE HILL, for pete's sake!) said "Sit down, Santa Clause!" (I was wearing my red choir jacket). So it's not enough to get insulted by my friends in front of a moderately sized crowd at an arcade, but I have to get insulted by a complete stranger in front of hundreds of people. I just turned around and flipped the fucker off. But I couldn't get out of my head what he said, and now I just keep thinking I'm another "big fat white person in red," even though that's not really the case, and the logical (hah!) part of me knows it.
We gave up. We all left and decided to head back to RTA. We stopped off at In-N-Out on the way, allowing Mike to pick up some water. Kevin, psycho boy that he is, was working a 12 hour shift, and was nice enough to sift through his fellow In-N-Out co-workers and the throngs of disappointed people returning from the lousy fireworks show (seriously, the fog was that thick. All the fireworks did was make the fog turn colors) to get Captain Canada a cup of water.
So we hung at RTA for a while, saw a few more people, and decided to head home. There was nothing to do... but the lines wouldn't be running again until after midnight. I was exhausted, sore, and wishing either to go home and sleep or get warm and get drunk. After walking all the way back to Market and Embarcadero to the 31 stop, I finally got some rest-- Mike didn't mind me using him as a pillow.
But then I missed my stop, and Mike had to go and confuse me by saying he had something to tell me (that he apparently couldn't tell me to my face earlier), and he'd IM me tomorrow. Well, tomorrow is today, and he still hasn't called or IMd me. I don't know what he's going to say. Maybe it's horrible news. Maybe he's going to tell me I'm a horrible, selfish bitch, and he isn't going to miss me one bit when he goes back to NJ. Or maybe he'll say that I really *do* have my leg shoved down my throat, that I'm stupid and don't make any sense...
I know, I'm putting words in his mouth, and it's stupid... I'm being much too emotional. I just wish I could turn myself off. I overreacted at everything all day long, and it was at the fireworks display that I really just blew up. I apologized later on, but as usual, that just doesn't seem enough.
It never does. I went home, went to sleep, and tah-dah. Here I am, today. Depressed as all hell, and having far too much to do.
Someone tell me why it makes sense to flirt with a girl who you KNOW still likes you, and then, when you come back from your fun, money-blowing experience to say that the LOWEST point of your weekend was *not* picking up the numbers or emails of these "3 cute azn girls" waiting in the AMV standby line!? *sigh* I will never understand guys. I'd like to hope maybe he was just trying to gauge my reaction, but maybe he's just an insensitive prick. I don't know.
Oh yeah, and apparently Cris's roommate wanted to ask me out. And he's not 30, he's 27-- but that's still over my cut-off. I feel so stupid for leading him on like that, and I should have told him to quit it when he started feeling me up, but this is my problem-- either I open my big mouth and babble it off (insert foot), or I don't say anything, and it makes things worse anyway.
So, if it's not enough to feel sad, lonely, and depressed, I still feel guilty, dirty, and generally upset. No one seems to care about anything or anyone anymore-- and there's still loads of drama. Maybe Will's right, and none of us really have changed. He didn't even talk to me yesterday. Barely anyone did...
I hate the summer. I hate July, and I'm beginning to remember why I hated San Francisco so much that I decided to move in the first place. Well, come July 23rd or so, I will be going. Leaving, good, gone, kaput. And maybe some people will miss me, and maybe some won't. Some people don't even seem to know I'm leaving, no matter how many times I've said it. I don't even know if I should bother with a going-away party...
I am going to have a bonfire, though. That's final-- July 16th sounds like a good date. Come burn stuff on the beach with me.
Anyway, I have to get back to my pathetic online life... lots of fics to write, files to burn to CD, a room to clean, and dishes to do. RAAAAH!
Maybe I don't have a sense of humor as I should, or maybe I'm just hard-headed. I can't take so-called "constructive criticism" when it isn't put into a tactful manner. I know, I know, I myself am far from tactful and pleasant in such matters, but why is it that people I thought were my own friends take license to insult me and hurt my feelings? Do they not even care or notice?
I'm not even sure if I can recall all that much since I might be glossing over it. Well, I'll try to start from the beginning.
Mike came over unexpectedly early-- I was already up and working online, emails and the like-- but I'd left my cell in my room to charge. It was getting annoying, leaving my phone on and getting called or TMd in the middle of the day or whatever; it's like, in the middle of the day, if I'm home and online, why bother? Just IM me or something.
Yeah, well my logic is flawed, as I found out multiple times yesterday.
After a while, I got dressed in 4th of July gear (denim skirt, red/white striped tee with a blue heart, red/white/blue gummy bracelets, red hair clip, and black tights with my All-American black Converse!), and we headed out. Since Mike wanted to hit up downtown first, we got off at Powell again, and decided to take the F down to the piers. Unfortunately, it took forever, so we ended up swinging by Quizno's for lunch (my $20 went down the hole; $12 just for lunch!) and walking the rest of the way to the Embarcadero. Luckily, there was a special bus running from Steuart, so we just took that as far as it went, and walked the remaining two blocks or so to Pier 39.
There were a few people already there celebrating-- and Jeremy was kind enough to have put DDR on Freeplay. After a bit of waiting (and line confusion; people never read signs!), I went on with Grace. And my brain experienced near-total blackout; I couldn't seem to pick any songs.
Anyway, come 4th/FINAL stage, I'm already pretty hot (I took off my choir windbreaker and my cream colored cardigan), so I took off my shirt-- I was wearing a black bathing suit top underneath, so it's not like I was flashing the fanboys. And someone (who I later learned was Sean) was all saying "Put your shirt back on!" while I was dancing. So as if it wasn't bad enough that I *hate* being watched when I DDR, and that LOADS of my so-called friends were around, people had to go an insult me. Of course I tripped up, and I ended up with a D overall on that song.
And when I asked Sean about why he had the nerve to say it, he goes and spouts some rules that RTA has posted somewhere that no one ever pays attention to, let alone KNOW about. Something about "indecently exposing" people, like little kids? Okay, for starters, the DDR machine was *surrounded* completely by people. Even if there were little kids wandering in the area, they wouldn't have been able to see me very well. And second, BATHING SUIT TOP! People were wandering around outside and probably in the arcade (slutty HK girl, for one) showing more skin than I. And at least I'm NOT some huge-ass cow, jiggling and sweating my gangrenous limbs!
*sigh* It was so upsetting. I mean really, I just wanted to find some abandoned corner and cry. But nope, the arcade is packed with people, and my own friends don't even seem to give a shit about me. Not even Mike. Nope, he just goes around and starts being the Man of the Hour. I shouldn't mind that last part, really, since it's been ages since he's seen everyone. I guess I really am too selfish.
As if to make matters worse, my knees were killing me by that time, and all I wanted to do was sit down or lie down somewhere and sleep. Well, eventually Mike deemed that we should get going to Houston's for dinner. This was a plan we'd made a while ago, and I was looking forward to it, since it was his treat and everything. But obviously I was just on Emotional Putz mode.
We get to the restaurant and not only do I feel really stupid because of the way I'm dressed (compared to all the tailored hostesses), but the place is very dark and clubby-like-- wood paneling and fine wood, the thick smell of BBQ... I never felt more out of place. Plus, the menu was very limited and --much to my dismay, I found out the ribs were pork. I can't eat pork-- it makes me sick! Plus, the rib rack (of beef) was so expensive, and I really didn't want to be that much of a nuisance to Mike. So I settled on the Hickory Burger and a glass of water. (Cool thing about Houston's water is that they freeze the glasses rather than put ice in the water.)
But I made the stupid mistake of asking the waitress if the fries cost extra. As if a) I would have eaten the fries anyway-- my eyes are ALWAYS bigger than my stomach; b) I would have had to pay for it! But I didn't want to be a financial burden on Mike, which is why I didn't get a drink or anything... I don't know, I haven't been to a place that has nice dinners and such for a long time, so I didn't know what to say or ask or... ;_; GAAH!
I decided it was best if I just kept my mouth shut for the remainder of the afternoon; thus far, everything I'd said or done had resulted in me feeling depressed out of my mind. Maybe it was the company I kept, but it's more likely that I just overreacted to everything. Blame it on PMS or whatever.
Matter of fact, I am going to blame it on PMS, so there.
The Burger was okay-- though I should have gotten it Medium-Well rather than Well Done. The cheese tasted funny too; they grated it, but didn't melt it, so it tasted rather bizarre with the BBQ sauce-covered patty. I scraped most of it off, but the sauce combined with whatever else was on the burger made for one slippery patty, so I just took it out and ate the meat with my fork-- and ate the bun (which tasted like cornbread) later. It was a disaster on my plate, and I get the feeling doing so was rude. I mean, I even had to ask Mike if it was appropriate to be eating a burger in a place like that with my hands. He said it was okay, but still...
I couldn't even get appropriately distracted by the baseball games (Cubs vs. White Sox). We made some small talk, but that's about it... nothing horribly memorable. But then, I guess everything just goes in one year and out the other with me. I'm such a windbag.
We went back to RTA, but most everyone else had left to grab dinner at In-N-Out. We hoped to catch up with them, so we walked all the way back out to the Embarcadero, which, by now, was all closed off from traffic. We went into a few stores to look for some souvieners for Mike's friends out East, and that was when the exhaustion had truly settled in. I just wanted to go home, say "Fuck the fireworks" and sleep.
Best 4th of July is the one where I'm with my dad, we're BBQing outside, eating delish burgers or ribs, kebabs, and enjoying fruits and salad. Yummy nectarines and peaches, fresh plums from our tree, and blackberry pie with fat blackberries from the hedge. And we have our OWN fireworks --so does the whole neighborhood. We don't need to rush to some silly lawn and watch the same boring stuff over and over, crowded amongst stupid people yelling at you...
Yeah, well that's what happened. Blah-- we went to a few stores, found out Sean and the others had already gone back to RTA, and thusly headed BACK. More people had since arrived-- turns out everyone who ever was in "the crowd" for regular Wednesdays or Fridays was back. We saw Benji (who didn't speak to me), Grace (who I got to grope, haha!), Baka, Jeremy (duh), Jeffrey (of ATW fame), Captain Canada (aka James-- the GOOD James!), Christal, Richie, Jason (Menchi), Vince, Jimbo, Cris, PsyJoe, Pill/Will, Holly, Mariah (it really *was* her that I saw at Fanime...), Will, Paulo-- and after the idiotic fireworks, Amber and Fred! Amber brought Zack, and Santos (her brother) and Svetlana (his GF) showed up! The only people really missing were Dez and Reggie... Sean appeared a bit later, as he'd found some Wash people to hang with.
When we finally decided to head out to go to Ghirardelli Square/Maritime Park for the fireworks display, it was colder and foggier. This would not bode well. We managed to wrangle up a few people (Jimbo, Cris, Vince, PsyJoe, Capt. Canada, and maybe some others I'm sadly forgetting at the moment) to come with us, and we walked all the way there. I talked with Captain Canada most of the way there, which was pretty cool, since I don't usually speak to him. By the time we got to the park, it was dark and crowded. Mike led the way through the lawn to a spot not far from the ship where the 'works were supposed to go off from; Grace, Sean, and several others were lost trying to find us. Jeffrey and Dorkchop eventually joined us, but that's when the real stupidity began (having nothing to do with the latter two boys; it's just that the fireworks began shortly after they arrived).
Okay, so it's crowded as hell, and maybe because of stupid city rules, the fireworks being set off just aren't very high in the sky. I knew they wouldn't be set off near Pier 39 because of all the boats docked there, but they could have picked a clearer space (or designated spaces) for people to be able to see. Anyway, loads of people started standing up. The rest of us toward the higher part of the slope yelled at them to sit down, but none of them would. Eventually it became (in Mike's words), "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em." You know, now that I think about it, how stupid. They're just fireworks, and it's not like the holiday was at all like I'd hoped at that point. The people that I really wanted to be there, celebrating with me, weren't-- or didn't seem to care much for the holiday or me.
I guess I'm pretty patriotic, because it pisses me off that people look at Independence Day as just another excuse to party, get drunk, and blow up stuff. Of course that's part of the modern mentality, but it's celebrating our nation's independence, our ideals and freedoms... no one seems to get that. Everyone takes this whole damn country for granted.
So anyway, I stood up eventually myself, but you still couldn't see anything. And to make matters worse, some jackass behind me (on the TOP OF THE HILL, for pete's sake!) said "Sit down, Santa Clause!" (I was wearing my red choir jacket). So it's not enough to get insulted by my friends in front of a moderately sized crowd at an arcade, but I have to get insulted by a complete stranger in front of hundreds of people. I just turned around and flipped the fucker off. But I couldn't get out of my head what he said, and now I just keep thinking I'm another "big fat white person in red," even though that's not really the case, and the logical (hah!) part of me knows it.
We gave up. We all left and decided to head back to RTA. We stopped off at In-N-Out on the way, allowing Mike to pick up some water. Kevin, psycho boy that he is, was working a 12 hour shift, and was nice enough to sift through his fellow In-N-Out co-workers and the throngs of disappointed people returning from the lousy fireworks show (seriously, the fog was that thick. All the fireworks did was make the fog turn colors) to get Captain Canada a cup of water.
So we hung at RTA for a while, saw a few more people, and decided to head home. There was nothing to do... but the lines wouldn't be running again until after midnight. I was exhausted, sore, and wishing either to go home and sleep or get warm and get drunk. After walking all the way back to Market and Embarcadero to the 31 stop, I finally got some rest-- Mike didn't mind me using him as a pillow.
But then I missed my stop, and Mike had to go and confuse me by saying he had something to tell me (that he apparently couldn't tell me to my face earlier), and he'd IM me tomorrow. Well, tomorrow is today, and he still hasn't called or IMd me. I don't know what he's going to say. Maybe it's horrible news. Maybe he's going to tell me I'm a horrible, selfish bitch, and he isn't going to miss me one bit when he goes back to NJ. Or maybe he'll say that I really *do* have my leg shoved down my throat, that I'm stupid and don't make any sense...
I know, I'm putting words in his mouth, and it's stupid... I'm being much too emotional. I just wish I could turn myself off. I overreacted at everything all day long, and it was at the fireworks display that I really just blew up. I apologized later on, but as usual, that just doesn't seem enough.
It never does. I went home, went to sleep, and tah-dah. Here I am, today. Depressed as all hell, and having far too much to do.
Someone tell me why it makes sense to flirt with a girl who you KNOW still likes you, and then, when you come back from your fun, money-blowing experience to say that the LOWEST point of your weekend was *not* picking up the numbers or emails of these "3 cute azn girls" waiting in the AMV standby line!? *sigh* I will never understand guys. I'd like to hope maybe he was just trying to gauge my reaction, but maybe he's just an insensitive prick. I don't know.
Oh yeah, and apparently Cris's roommate wanted to ask me out. And he's not 30, he's 27-- but that's still over my cut-off. I feel so stupid for leading him on like that, and I should have told him to quit it when he started feeling me up, but this is my problem-- either I open my big mouth and babble it off (insert foot), or I don't say anything, and it makes things worse anyway.
So, if it's not enough to feel sad, lonely, and depressed, I still feel guilty, dirty, and generally upset. No one seems to care about anything or anyone anymore-- and there's still loads of drama. Maybe Will's right, and none of us really have changed. He didn't even talk to me yesterday. Barely anyone did...
I hate the summer. I hate July, and I'm beginning to remember why I hated San Francisco so much that I decided to move in the first place. Well, come July 23rd or so, I will be going. Leaving, good, gone, kaput. And maybe some people will miss me, and maybe some won't. Some people don't even seem to know I'm leaving, no matter how many times I've said it. I don't even know if I should bother with a going-away party...
I am going to have a bonfire, though. That's final-- July 16th sounds like a good date. Come burn stuff on the beach with me.
Anyway, I have to get back to my pathetic online life... lots of fics to write, files to burn to CD, a room to clean, and dishes to do. RAAAAH!
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Date: 2004-07-06 01:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-06 04:22 am (UTC)Sorry if I wasn't exactly talking to you or most other people, but unlike the old group, I've changed a lot in the past year, and I'm ready to move on, away from the arcade scene, away from San Francisco, and away from all the things I used to be into. We had our good times and our bad times, all of us, and I think everyone should just move on with their lives and explore other things to do.
Good luck with the future, college and everything, Mer.
- Will
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Date: 2004-07-06 07:33 am (UTC)Yep
Date: 2004-07-06 06:02 pm (UTC)All in all-- you're right. Most of us *have* moved on, but there are a few who are a bit... well, "set" in their ways. Best to forgive and forget, in any case.
You're going to UCSC, I'm headed to CSUN, Jer's still at CSUMB... we're doing our thing now, paving our way to the future (gawd, I sound like a dork)...
Go us! Best of luck and skillz to you too.
<3, Mer
holidays suck
Date: 2004-07-06 06:27 am (UTC)Im sorry that your 4th of July sucked. Mine did too...i was at my uncles house listening to my apathetic cousins..not fun.
bonfire sounds fun. let us know when you figure out the details and stuff.
Luv ya mer!! I hope we keep in touch lol
But of course~!
Date: 2004-07-06 06:05 pm (UTC)We *must* keep in touch. The Circle Journey book will live on. :D
Anyway, I'm thinking July 16th for the Bonfire, as I said-- gotta work it out with everyone else, set up a good date and time, along with Who Brings What (firewood, food, etc).
A couple of my other friends in Canada, that same day are doing a PMS celebration thing, I think. Basically we party and not give a shit how emotional we are, because we're chicks, and we have every right! Hehe. Anyway, pizza and ice cream aren't exactly beach foods, but I'm sure we can make do. Due? I'm not sure.
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Date: 2004-07-06 06:52 am (UTC)I'll miss you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If its any consolation, my 4th of July was sucky too. Well, i didn't do much, but I think that all the shitty feelings and moods you labeled under "pms" is more of an aries thing maybe? since I too had huge swings...instead of feeling crappy and/or depressed, I was way to angry for my own good. And I totally agree, sometimes the HK girls are WAY too slutty.
Hope you'll have a better week.
What time on the 16th will you have the bonfire, I wanna come. I have readers to burn!!!!! Mauahahahahahaha.
*hugs ya*
Arian Power!
Date: 2004-07-06 07:01 pm (UTC)Anyway, I'm not sure if it's the 16th for sure-- I wanna work out with everyone a good date and time, and of course, if I can pick a day with good WEATHER, that's tons better. All I know is that it has to happen before the 23rd. I'm pretty sure that's when I leave for LA...