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Mar. 22nd, 2003 11:36 pmThis weekend has barely started, and it's already miserable, disturbing, depressing, stressing, and a million and one other things. I attribute this all to the fact that I got into this huge fight with my Mom (admittedly, not as terrible as some of our other fights) earlier today, and now I have an incredible headache and am actually contemplating stabbing something with a pair of those super-sharp scissors in my room. Hence the mood being 'disturbed.' I hate thinking like that. But it's crossed my mind more than once to day that I feel like I'm about to explode, and that I really need to just tear at something, rip something to shreds, burn something, crush someone's head. ^^;; Much pent up stress (and other emotions) here, and there's no real way to let it out. I actually threw a childish temper tantrum (or as close as a 17-year-old can get to one) today. I had been sleeping most of the day away, as I hadn't gotten back from Vince's until around 1:30ish or later. When I got up the next morning, I just had some cereal and sat out in the living room playing Star Ocean 2. I decided to get rid of a bunch of useless and unused files on my 2nd memory card, and even after I'd done that, I STILL had enough voice clips to access both Galaxy and Universal battle mode! O_O I'm close to getting the Music Test mode too, whee!~ Well, that and maybe one other thing made this day even remotely CLOSE to being good.
Okay, let's start with yesterday. For the most part, school was fine, well and good. I posted a few times yesterday, caught up on a couple of other people's entries... just random stuff. But little things were annoying me, like those people from the Academy using my paint, or Cassie bitching to me about how she couldn't take quizzes on the Mac in 121 (the room I TA in for Koski) when she was supposed to be in PE class all along. *sigh* So that, I guess, should have been my first clue that something was wrong. I went home with the intention of just showering, getting my damned contacts in, and heading out to RTA, protestors or no. Of course, nothing ever goes as planned, does it? The last of my three fish died earlier that morning, and I didn't feel like dealing with it before school and being sick all day long. Since I'd dealt with the other two, I figured Mom could deal with this one. I took a nice, long, hot shower (the hot water at my house always runs out pretty fast though; long for me is around 15 minutes) and dressed in a nice outfit I'd thrown together from the few scraps of clean clothes I have lying around my room (I really need to do my laundry). I was happy that I felt confident and nice about how I looked, usually, that feeling enough is good for me. It's always so uplifting to have someone notice your clothes and say "Hey, you look good," or something along those lines. I rarely (if ever) get that, unless I'm specifically dressed up... and on some occasions, the people I wish *would* notice me never do. =P See, Jhalainna in my homeroom always wears such nice, eye-catching clothes (from BeBe, etc.) and she always gets complimented on how she dresses. She smiles, thanks whoever complimented her, and keeps dressing nicely, in something cool and stylish every day. I can't seem to remember a day when she wore an outfit I'd seen before. That's why she won Best Dresses (and probably Most Creative Dresser, too) for the Senior Pop Poll. Me? I got nix. Not even 'Most Artistic,' or anything like that. =P Leanne was proud that she won 'Most Talkative' over me-- but she WON something, and somehow, that stings.
*sigh* So Mom dealt with the fish when she got home, but she kept crying and apologizing and everything-- it was one huge guilt trip, because both of us thought we could have done something, listened to someone, instead of just standing by. Even my friends turned on me and said things ranging from "You can't take care of any pets, can you?" to "You should have just had mercy and killed it." PEACHY. JUST PEACHY. It took me forever to get my contacts on too-- which makes me think I should just get up early every morning and try to put them on, so I don't "get out of practice." It's irritating dealing with my glasses anyhow; it's not who I am, and I rarely look good with them on. When I finally left, I was so glad that I looked nice-- and I half-hoped someone would notice. Mom hadn't said anything, and had actually stalled me from going with all this stuff she wanted me to talk about or answer (prom dresses, trip to LA, finances, etc. etc.) Worse, the MUNI buses were taking FOREVER- a parade of FOUR "Not in Service" ones went by before the 5th bus was actually in service. *sigh* I spent my time on the bus reading the Spells and Complete Idiot's Guide to Wicca & Witchcraft books Joe got me. They were somewhat relaxing, and quite intriguing. I found out that there were different branches of Wiccanism-- and many of them are based here in San Francisco. Who knows, I might be able to find a coven of my own! That might at least give me a LITTLE sense of belonging. I need some spirituality of some sort in my life anyway, even if it's nature based.
Joy of all joys comes when I actually get to RTA-- McDonalds dinner in hand. Will, Amber, and Sean are leaving. To go to Amber's house and play with their hair colors. Sounds all well and fun, but 1) I'd been counting on Will to pay me back the $15 he owes me-- especially since my Mom has been threatening me with not letting me go to LA lately-- and because I really wanted to go to Sung's play tonight-- and I knew Mom wouldn't give me the funds for that. He didn't have a cent. -.- I had a feeling that was going to happen though, but I hadn't eaten my dinner (excuses, excuses) and thus blew up at him. Which I feel absolutely terrible for, for lack of more emotionally starved words. Now I feel very cheap. I spent the only dollar I had on Solar Spin, and I came ONE slot away from winning the 52-ticket jackpot. -.- Blah, my timing just isn't as good as Will's or Sean's. Amber just came out of the bathroom too-- and right as I saw her, I remembered that I'd forgotten that "present" I'd brought for her. Oh well, I know she'll be at the party this week, so I guess I'll just have to bring it then. Kind of ironic though, that I'm bringing a present for Amber when it's Will's birthday. >_>
I was kind of peeved that they left-- and maybe a little too that they'd gone and planned this get-together and I was completely out of the loop. Makes me feel like I'm not considered their friend anymore, but SLAP to the face, remember Mer! I thought the same way about other people that were being "flakey" and it turned out that they were having problems in their lives (just like I am, I suppose) so they had every right not to be there, talking all the time, knowing what was always going on. I do wish I had more time on my hands, but maybe being busy is a blessing disguise. I detest being lazy, because it can only lead to more slothness. You know, sitting on my butt all day playing video games, zonking out in front of the computer, listening to music... not learning, not investigating, not chasing after my dreams. That would be the worst of all.
Anywho... there didn't seem to be a real reason why my Mom and I got into a fight-- it was just one thing layered on top of another. I was going to go online and get some work done with WAFF vs. TAFF day, making the banners and the pages and such... maybe see if Mike replied to my email... just stuff. It's stuff that might seem mundane to someone like my Mom who constantly uses computers to make reservations or tours or whatever, but I have fun doing this "routine" stuff. Checking LJs, working in Photoshop, making webpages, writing emails, ranting in my journals, downloading music... just like this. Like this, I'm somewhat relaxed, and I'm being myself. But Mom didn't want me to go online-- and she didn't tell me till AFTER I'd gotten online and started working on everything. I really wanted to download "This is Not Enough" (apparently the real song title is "All The Things She Said") and had gotten some good search results before I noticed Mom did a Very Stupid Thing by enabling that idiotic memory-sucking Content Advisor. Okay, so maybe I'm jumping the gun with my liberties as an "adult" now, but I think it's rather ridiculous that my Mom's attempting to act like the all-enforcing parent NOW. 23 days before I turn 18.
ENLIGHTENMENT: when I was going through the Random Pics thread at East Of Osaka, and I didn't listen when there was that one post about DO NOT CLICK HERE. I'm a dunce. I clicked it. Old man porn. Very gross, and it kept multiplying, 75x over. Mom just HAD to walk in at that point, so not only was I embarassed but infuriated-- all at myself, all at the same time. Weeks later, she goes and enables the stupid Content Advisor, which takes effect on MY account too, for some odd reason. So I was steamed about that, because Mom thinks that just because NOW she's got XP at work, with new fancy-schmancy Dells, she knows computers. Don't get me wrong, she's smarter than some other wacked out adults I know that can't even open a word processor... but she's not me. And I'm no expert, Michelle knew computers better than I do, and I have friends that could probably do things I can't even hold a candle to. But I hate how my Mom goes on a clicking, password-encrypting spree and fucks up our already crappy computer even more. She always brings up the subject of the OLD (as in, 1993) computer that I disassembled, in an attempt to initiate a RAM transfer. Turns out the old computer's RAM wasn't compatible (of course) so that couldn't happen-- but I still wanted the data on the drives (the original C:/ drive and the secondary slave drive, D:/). BUT, the original drive (C:/) is a Primary Master drive, so I can't just stick it in the new computer-- or it'll end up running Windows 98! GAH! So I have to take BOTH drives to Comp USA or something and have them install it-- either that, or put the data on a ROM of some sort... CD-ROM, since the D:\ drive isn't even 1 GB (if that) and the C:/ drive is even smaller. But it's such an effort, not to mention an unknown cost, since I've never done it before.
ANYWAY, so I was bitching about her treating me like a child and not respecting me-- with that idiotic Content Advisor that doesn't even work. They have a similar "system" at school that used a paid spider service to prevent student from looking at things that are "obsene, pornographic, r-rated, chat-related," and so forth. It doesn't work-- and I'd know, since I spent most of my junior year looking at porn with Cassie. *sweatdrop* It was mostly her, not me!! I SWEAR! ^^; Bah, besides, it's not like I'm some sort of porn phreak anyway. I don't even like hentai and other assorted "adult" stuff most of the time. I usually JOKE about pr0n and similar schtuffs, and only when I feel like being a critic do I actually WATCH the stuff. I'm not stupid, I know how degrading that stuff is to women. I think it's usually ridiculous, despite the fact that it serves to get SOME people hot and bothered.
ON A BETTER TOPIC, (hah, yeah right) we just ended up blowing up at each other-- Mom kept threatening to void the check for the Heritage Music Festival. I hate how she does that-- threatens me on something that she KNOWS means a lot to me, that's totally unrelated to the topic at hand. We went from computers to school and choir, to money, to prom, to all these other things. Bringing up my trips to LA, Media Acacemy, just everything. She's breadwinner, she's boss, anything and everything belongs to her, and there's no reason why my living in the house means she has to make my life here comfortable (I'm being one-sided. We were BOTH acting immature). I'm sick of doing dishes all the time-- and I know she goes and works, and it's not like I don't want to! I signed up for Media Academy for the money involved-- I'm not learning that much that I've known before, save from some Photoshop tricks, and maybe some Dreamweaver coding. I put up with Jasmin, who is really grating on my nerves lately. She's a nice kid, but sometimes she doesn't shut up. And she and Benish don't always do their work, either. So that's irritating. I just gave up though, and went to my room in some attempt to sleep. I think it worked for a while, anyway, before Eva called, asking me about the play.
On that, I felt really bad about cancelling her on the last minute. Earlier in the day, I was thinking "Crap, I don't have the money I need, I can't ask Mom, especially after that fight... I guess if Eva remembers to call, I'll tell her I'm not feeling well (and I wasn't-- still aren't) and that I can't go." I really want to go and cheer Sung on-- not to mention find out from the source what is up with the whole getting-sued thing. If they're not performing "The Last Five Years," then what is the $10,000 they're trying to raise for? I also wanted to ask him about the money for the ad that he put in the paper-- even if it ended up being for a performance he's not legally allowed to do anymore. @_@; I always feel terrible for missing Sung's performances, since I know a) he's so damn talented and funny; b) I won't get much time to see them after this; and c) I haven't been to them in a long time.
*sigh* I had three bright spots today. One was when I checked my Voicemail and Joe called. He's so nice and thoughtful to call me during his break at work-- even if it was out of sheer boredom. Who knows? But I tried to leave him a return voicemail (not sure if he got it, my phone was acting weird). He had Chiyo-chan doing her little ditty-- you know "Tsukurimashou, tsukurimashou, sate sate nani ga, dekiru kana?" That made me grin. Chiyo's annoying, but she's cute. An actually LIKEABLE kind of cute. Shocking for me, when I normally swear off all cute things unless they're puppies, kittens, clothing, jewelry, guys, or in the process of being animatedly butchered (Happy Tree Family reference). So that was Bright Spot 1. Bright Spot 2 was getting an excited email from a fan for my Full Moon o Sagashite fanfic, "Paradox." She says I'm one of her favorite authors! That always makes me happy! Bright Spot 3 was when I talked to Erin, and she's happy I'm going to LA for Passover. Even better, since she's going to UCLA, she's in the area for going to Burbank and picking me up, instead of me having to catch an Airporter Shuttle when I get to Burbank. I think my trips to LA next month will kick ass-- I'll make them so.
I'm feeling much better now. I'm downloading the songs I want, Mom seems to have cooled down some (then again, she is asleep) and I'm talking to people that I don't always converse with much. I do wish there were some other things I could get done and resolve... but that's for later.
Friday was actually pretty cool, except for the beginning. It was my fault for being late and all, despite MUNI being notorious. I hung out with a moderate-sized group at In-N-Out (but since I was broke and had already had McDonalds, I didn't have anything... a first for me) and read my CIGtWaW (gawd, I've already SAID the whole complete title... do I really need to explain what it is?). Reggie actually seemed pretty interested in hearing what it was all about, but, like most people, he seemed a bit freaked out at first at the prospect of knowing a Witch. -.-; Then again, who knows, maybe my face matches the worldwide preconception of a hag. Dez found this tie-rack thing that he was spinning around (I thought it was a fobby hubcap at first... ^^;) and such-- I seriously thought it would go flying into something-- or someone and gouge eyes out.
Everyone split ways later on-- that is, Punk Will (the aquamarine colored one) and his friend with the super-spikey hair, Dez, Reg, Grace (she looks hella nice with black hair now, though she's awfully possessive of her 'panda' words)... Cris (who split at In-N-Out), Jimbo, Joe G., Cheuk, God (Anthony, who I didn't know wore glasses!) and Vince. Vince had brought his bike, so he had to bike home, while Jimbo, Joe G., God, Cheuk, and I all had to take the bus. We took the F-bus (not the train... I guess they expected encampments of protestors, but there weren't any-- not even on Market!) We bothered to wait for the 1 for a while, but it never came, so we ended up walking all the way from Market and California to Vince's house on Pine and Leavenworth! I was so out of breath by the time we got there... thank goodness we'd stopped at that liquor store before we arrived... I sat, demi-entertained, near the front with all the magazines. Strangely enough, all the Playboy, Penthouse, etc. magazines were on the bottom shelfed, and not plastic-covered! ~_~ whoo... I'll have to go back there sometime. Haha... kidding, kidding... then again, some guys I know could stand to have updated "collections." *snicker*
At Vince's, people played games, and I had a Capri Sun (YUM!) and then we watched "Office Space." Very funny movie, if old. I felt so sorry for the Milton character, who I recognized as the boss from that sitcome about a radio station... @_@; gah, it's been so long, I can't remember. Weird event of the evening had to be when Jimbo pretended he was about to have a heart-attack from him hearing that I agreed with him on something. -.- I totally forgot what it was, though. Blah. Vince makes a nice pillow.
I'm done.
Okay, let's start with yesterday. For the most part, school was fine, well and good. I posted a few times yesterday, caught up on a couple of other people's entries... just random stuff. But little things were annoying me, like those people from the Academy using my paint, or Cassie bitching to me about how she couldn't take quizzes on the Mac in 121 (the room I TA in for Koski) when she was supposed to be in PE class all along. *sigh* So that, I guess, should have been my first clue that something was wrong. I went home with the intention of just showering, getting my damned contacts in, and heading out to RTA, protestors or no. Of course, nothing ever goes as planned, does it? The last of my three fish died earlier that morning, and I didn't feel like dealing with it before school and being sick all day long. Since I'd dealt with the other two, I figured Mom could deal with this one. I took a nice, long, hot shower (the hot water at my house always runs out pretty fast though; long for me is around 15 minutes) and dressed in a nice outfit I'd thrown together from the few scraps of clean clothes I have lying around my room (I really need to do my laundry). I was happy that I felt confident and nice about how I looked, usually, that feeling enough is good for me. It's always so uplifting to have someone notice your clothes and say "Hey, you look good," or something along those lines. I rarely (if ever) get that, unless I'm specifically dressed up... and on some occasions, the people I wish *would* notice me never do. =P See, Jhalainna in my homeroom always wears such nice, eye-catching clothes (from BeBe, etc.) and she always gets complimented on how she dresses. She smiles, thanks whoever complimented her, and keeps dressing nicely, in something cool and stylish every day. I can't seem to remember a day when she wore an outfit I'd seen before. That's why she won Best Dresses (and probably Most Creative Dresser, too) for the Senior Pop Poll. Me? I got nix. Not even 'Most Artistic,' or anything like that. =P Leanne was proud that she won 'Most Talkative' over me-- but she WON something, and somehow, that stings.
*sigh* So Mom dealt with the fish when she got home, but she kept crying and apologizing and everything-- it was one huge guilt trip, because both of us thought we could have done something, listened to someone, instead of just standing by. Even my friends turned on me and said things ranging from "You can't take care of any pets, can you?" to "You should have just had mercy and killed it." PEACHY. JUST PEACHY. It took me forever to get my contacts on too-- which makes me think I should just get up early every morning and try to put them on, so I don't "get out of practice." It's irritating dealing with my glasses anyhow; it's not who I am, and I rarely look good with them on. When I finally left, I was so glad that I looked nice-- and I half-hoped someone would notice. Mom hadn't said anything, and had actually stalled me from going with all this stuff she wanted me to talk about or answer (prom dresses, trip to LA, finances, etc. etc.) Worse, the MUNI buses were taking FOREVER- a parade of FOUR "Not in Service" ones went by before the 5th bus was actually in service. *sigh* I spent my time on the bus reading the Spells and Complete Idiot's Guide to Wicca & Witchcraft books Joe got me. They were somewhat relaxing, and quite intriguing. I found out that there were different branches of Wiccanism-- and many of them are based here in San Francisco. Who knows, I might be able to find a coven of my own! That might at least give me a LITTLE sense of belonging. I need some spirituality of some sort in my life anyway, even if it's nature based.
Joy of all joys comes when I actually get to RTA-- McDonalds dinner in hand. Will, Amber, and Sean are leaving. To go to Amber's house and play with their hair colors. Sounds all well and fun, but 1) I'd been counting on Will to pay me back the $15 he owes me-- especially since my Mom has been threatening me with not letting me go to LA lately-- and because I really wanted to go to Sung's play tonight-- and I knew Mom wouldn't give me the funds for that. He didn't have a cent. -.- I had a feeling that was going to happen though, but I hadn't eaten my dinner (excuses, excuses) and thus blew up at him. Which I feel absolutely terrible for, for lack of more emotionally starved words. Now I feel very cheap. I spent the only dollar I had on Solar Spin, and I came ONE slot away from winning the 52-ticket jackpot. -.- Blah, my timing just isn't as good as Will's or Sean's. Amber just came out of the bathroom too-- and right as I saw her, I remembered that I'd forgotten that "present" I'd brought for her. Oh well, I know she'll be at the party this week, so I guess I'll just have to bring it then. Kind of ironic though, that I'm bringing a present for Amber when it's Will's birthday. >_>
I was kind of peeved that they left-- and maybe a little too that they'd gone and planned this get-together and I was completely out of the loop. Makes me feel like I'm not considered their friend anymore, but SLAP to the face, remember Mer! I thought the same way about other people that were being "flakey" and it turned out that they were having problems in their lives (just like I am, I suppose) so they had every right not to be there, talking all the time, knowing what was always going on. I do wish I had more time on my hands, but maybe being busy is a blessing disguise. I detest being lazy, because it can only lead to more slothness. You know, sitting on my butt all day playing video games, zonking out in front of the computer, listening to music... not learning, not investigating, not chasing after my dreams. That would be the worst of all.
Anywho... there didn't seem to be a real reason why my Mom and I got into a fight-- it was just one thing layered on top of another. I was going to go online and get some work done with WAFF vs. TAFF day, making the banners and the pages and such... maybe see if Mike replied to my email... just stuff. It's stuff that might seem mundane to someone like my Mom who constantly uses computers to make reservations or tours or whatever, but I have fun doing this "routine" stuff. Checking LJs, working in Photoshop, making webpages, writing emails, ranting in my journals, downloading music... just like this. Like this, I'm somewhat relaxed, and I'm being myself. But Mom didn't want me to go online-- and she didn't tell me till AFTER I'd gotten online and started working on everything. I really wanted to download "This is Not Enough" (apparently the real song title is "All The Things She Said") and had gotten some good search results before I noticed Mom did a Very Stupid Thing by enabling that idiotic memory-sucking Content Advisor. Okay, so maybe I'm jumping the gun with my liberties as an "adult" now, but I think it's rather ridiculous that my Mom's attempting to act like the all-enforcing parent NOW. 23 days before I turn 18.
ENLIGHTENMENT: when I was going through the Random Pics thread at East Of Osaka, and I didn't listen when there was that one post about DO NOT CLICK HERE. I'm a dunce. I clicked it. Old man porn. Very gross, and it kept multiplying, 75x over. Mom just HAD to walk in at that point, so not only was I embarassed but infuriated-- all at myself, all at the same time. Weeks later, she goes and enables the stupid Content Advisor, which takes effect on MY account too, for some odd reason. So I was steamed about that, because Mom thinks that just because NOW she's got XP at work, with new fancy-schmancy Dells, she knows computers. Don't get me wrong, she's smarter than some other wacked out adults I know that can't even open a word processor... but she's not me. And I'm no expert, Michelle knew computers better than I do, and I have friends that could probably do things I can't even hold a candle to. But I hate how my Mom goes on a clicking, password-encrypting spree and fucks up our already crappy computer even more. She always brings up the subject of the OLD (as in, 1993) computer that I disassembled, in an attempt to initiate a RAM transfer. Turns out the old computer's RAM wasn't compatible (of course) so that couldn't happen-- but I still wanted the data on the drives (the original C:/ drive and the secondary slave drive, D:/). BUT, the original drive (C:/) is a Primary Master drive, so I can't just stick it in the new computer-- or it'll end up running Windows 98! GAH! So I have to take BOTH drives to Comp USA or something and have them install it-- either that, or put the data on a ROM of some sort... CD-ROM, since the D:\ drive isn't even 1 GB (if that) and the C:/ drive is even smaller. But it's such an effort, not to mention an unknown cost, since I've never done it before.
ANYWAY, so I was bitching about her treating me like a child and not respecting me-- with that idiotic Content Advisor that doesn't even work. They have a similar "system" at school that used a paid spider service to prevent student from looking at things that are "obsene, pornographic, r-rated, chat-related," and so forth. It doesn't work-- and I'd know, since I spent most of my junior year looking at porn with Cassie. *sweatdrop* It was mostly her, not me!! I SWEAR! ^^; Bah, besides, it's not like I'm some sort of porn phreak anyway. I don't even like hentai and other assorted "adult" stuff most of the time. I usually JOKE about pr0n and similar schtuffs, and only when I feel like being a critic do I actually WATCH the stuff. I'm not stupid, I know how degrading that stuff is to women. I think it's usually ridiculous, despite the fact that it serves to get SOME people hot and bothered.
ON A BETTER TOPIC, (hah, yeah right) we just ended up blowing up at each other-- Mom kept threatening to void the check for the Heritage Music Festival. I hate how she does that-- threatens me on something that she KNOWS means a lot to me, that's totally unrelated to the topic at hand. We went from computers to school and choir, to money, to prom, to all these other things. Bringing up my trips to LA, Media Acacemy, just everything. She's breadwinner, she's boss, anything and everything belongs to her, and there's no reason why my living in the house means she has to make my life here comfortable (I'm being one-sided. We were BOTH acting immature). I'm sick of doing dishes all the time-- and I know she goes and works, and it's not like I don't want to! I signed up for Media Academy for the money involved-- I'm not learning that much that I've known before, save from some Photoshop tricks, and maybe some Dreamweaver coding. I put up with Jasmin, who is really grating on my nerves lately. She's a nice kid, but sometimes she doesn't shut up. And she and Benish don't always do their work, either. So that's irritating. I just gave up though, and went to my room in some attempt to sleep. I think it worked for a while, anyway, before Eva called, asking me about the play.
On that, I felt really bad about cancelling her on the last minute. Earlier in the day, I was thinking "Crap, I don't have the money I need, I can't ask Mom, especially after that fight... I guess if Eva remembers to call, I'll tell her I'm not feeling well (and I wasn't-- still aren't) and that I can't go." I really want to go and cheer Sung on-- not to mention find out from the source what is up with the whole getting-sued thing. If they're not performing "The Last Five Years," then what is the $10,000 they're trying to raise for? I also wanted to ask him about the money for the ad that he put in the paper-- even if it ended up being for a performance he's not legally allowed to do anymore. @_@; I always feel terrible for missing Sung's performances, since I know a) he's so damn talented and funny; b) I won't get much time to see them after this; and c) I haven't been to them in a long time.
*sigh* I had three bright spots today. One was when I checked my Voicemail and Joe called. He's so nice and thoughtful to call me during his break at work-- even if it was out of sheer boredom. Who knows? But I tried to leave him a return voicemail (not sure if he got it, my phone was acting weird). He had Chiyo-chan doing her little ditty-- you know "Tsukurimashou, tsukurimashou, sate sate nani ga, dekiru kana?" That made me grin. Chiyo's annoying, but she's cute. An actually LIKEABLE kind of cute. Shocking for me, when I normally swear off all cute things unless they're puppies, kittens, clothing, jewelry, guys, or in the process of being animatedly butchered (Happy Tree Family reference). So that was Bright Spot 1. Bright Spot 2 was getting an excited email from a fan for my Full Moon o Sagashite fanfic, "Paradox." She says I'm one of her favorite authors! That always makes me happy! Bright Spot 3 was when I talked to Erin, and she's happy I'm going to LA for Passover. Even better, since she's going to UCLA, she's in the area for going to Burbank and picking me up, instead of me having to catch an Airporter Shuttle when I get to Burbank. I think my trips to LA next month will kick ass-- I'll make them so.
I'm feeling much better now. I'm downloading the songs I want, Mom seems to have cooled down some (then again, she is asleep) and I'm talking to people that I don't always converse with much. I do wish there were some other things I could get done and resolve... but that's for later.
Friday was actually pretty cool, except for the beginning. It was my fault for being late and all, despite MUNI being notorious. I hung out with a moderate-sized group at In-N-Out (but since I was broke and had already had McDonalds, I didn't have anything... a first for me) and read my CIGtWaW (gawd, I've already SAID the whole complete title... do I really need to explain what it is?). Reggie actually seemed pretty interested in hearing what it was all about, but, like most people, he seemed a bit freaked out at first at the prospect of knowing a Witch. -.-; Then again, who knows, maybe my face matches the worldwide preconception of a hag. Dez found this tie-rack thing that he was spinning around (I thought it was a fobby hubcap at first... ^^;) and such-- I seriously thought it would go flying into something-- or someone and gouge eyes out.
Everyone split ways later on-- that is, Punk Will (the aquamarine colored one) and his friend with the super-spikey hair, Dez, Reg, Grace (she looks hella nice with black hair now, though she's awfully possessive of her 'panda' words)... Cris (who split at In-N-Out), Jimbo, Joe G., Cheuk, God (Anthony, who I didn't know wore glasses!) and Vince. Vince had brought his bike, so he had to bike home, while Jimbo, Joe G., God, Cheuk, and I all had to take the bus. We took the F-bus (not the train... I guess they expected encampments of protestors, but there weren't any-- not even on Market!) We bothered to wait for the 1 for a while, but it never came, so we ended up walking all the way from Market and California to Vince's house on Pine and Leavenworth! I was so out of breath by the time we got there... thank goodness we'd stopped at that liquor store before we arrived... I sat, demi-entertained, near the front with all the magazines. Strangely enough, all the Playboy, Penthouse, etc. magazines were on the bottom shelfed, and not plastic-covered! ~_~ whoo... I'll have to go back there sometime. Haha... kidding, kidding... then again, some guys I know could stand to have updated "collections." *snicker*
At Vince's, people played games, and I had a Capri Sun (YUM!) and then we watched "Office Space." Very funny movie, if old. I felt so sorry for the Milton character, who I recognized as the boss from that sitcome about a radio station... @_@; gah, it's been so long, I can't remember. Weird event of the evening had to be when Jimbo pretended he was about to have a heart-attack from him hearing that I agreed with him on something. -.- I totally forgot what it was, though. Blah. Vince makes a nice pillow.
I'm done.
