6 posts tagged “friends”

I let Wade read my locked journal while Riri and I munched on chips and fruit juice because –

    Wade:  Help yourself to drinks.
    Riri:  Pepsi, 7UP, or Dr. Pepper, Ash?
    Me:  ... I don't drink soda.
    Wade:  WHAT.
    Me:  Well, not if I can help it.
    Wade:  WHAT.
    Me:  Hey, I don't mind.  I'll have, like, 7UP or something.
    Riri:  He has ice.
    Me:  Eh, it's not crushed.
    Wade:  Who drinks water with chips
    Me:  Me.  Sometimes.  Or, yeah.
    Wade:  Oh god.  Okay, there's juice in the bottom drawer.
    Me:  Your drawer?  You keep juice in your drawer?
    Wade:  Thankless beast.
    Me:  :D

Note that I will drink soda, just that if I don't have to then I won't.  And Wade doesn't actually keep fruit juice in his drawer; he meant something else.  I mean, I wouldn't have otherwise.  :)

Wade is an interesting person to talk to on occasion if you want the solid truth.  Friend or not, he doesn't care if he hurts your feelings, has no second thoughts about what he says.  And, yeah, it has its drawbacks occasionally, but I like his no-nonsense perspectives.  It's refreshing when you need it.  So he reads and reads, and then he goes:

    Wade:  I want to be that guy you talk about.
    Me:  (heart explodes)
    Wade:  Haha, just kidding, you're so cute.
    Riri:  You made her blush.
    Me:  NOT FUNNY, OH MY GOD.

Okay, okay.  I am secretly a romantic about what people say.  A lot of it is very idealistic and comes from these faraway situations I only see in movies or read about in dumb romance novels.  But just the way he said it?  Joking or not, I swallowed my heart several times as it defied gravity for five seconds.  And then I was speechless and could barely contain my giggles because what he said was so – so out there but so cheesy good that I simultaneously wanted to hug and punch him for being so sensitively insensitive.  The only reason I'm not as mad as I should be is because he's just so annoyingly charismatic that it's hard to hate him.  There are a few other people I can name like him, but I won't get into that.

In any case, that's my last trip to Napa.  Long drives for a one night stay is exhausting and time-consuming.  Love the guy but don't love him enough to visit often, sorry.  I mean, I complain about Hercules being far.  Goodness.

Moreover, hey, photojournal.  Sort of.  I don't expect to update there very often unless I have pictures to talk about or something.  Not that I don't already do that here, so I don't know.  Just entertaining my organizing compulsions.  It's disgusting, I know.

My friends amuse me in so many ways.  There are times where I feel compelled to whack some of them over the head because they continually do things that they really don't need to do.  And, you know, I'll attempt to reciprocate if I can because making them happy makes me happy like crazy.  If there's anything I learned in these past months, your friends can really do no wrong (well, they can, but it really all depends), and I am appreciating every single one I have even if I barely see them 75% of the time.

So where was I?  Right.  It makes me feel a little rotten when others do something for me.  Under normal circumstances, it's a good thing.  It's like, 'Aw, that's so selfless of you!'  But then I feel like I want to do something better for them, but I get frustrated because I can't think of anything completely moving other than the usual things I do.  Golly whiz, what kind of friend am I?  Blah.  For someone who adores the arts, I am pretty much a failure at creativity.  What is this madness?

That said, little things!  I love you guys so, so, so much even though you think I'm spaz-tacular.

HAHA, THIS POST IS SO CHEESE-TASTIC.  BUT YOU KNOW YOU LOVE IT, OKAY.

In other less ecstatic news, because something always has to go wrong (hello, I am a bad luck attraction), my heart wouldn't stop beating erratically this morning.  And I am occasionally fond of the good kind, but this was not a good one.  I'm going to assume it has something to do with the excessive over-the-counters.  My sleep cycle is also way off ever since DST.

Today has been decent, otherwise.  I am in utter adoration for the young Frenchman who comes in here, who is lanky but so adorable in a Bohemian-esque way.  He's so friendly that he smiles all the time, and I just grin back like a cheeseball.  Unfortunately for me, he's got this pretty girlfriend who is equally friendly and all smiles.  If I wasn't stunned to admiration, I'd attempt to converse with them in French instead of eavesdropping.

Went to San Francisco for a tentative meeting with Adam and David, which was a complete disaster.  I'm still rightly furious at the latter and annoyed at the former.  Both apologized, David started up a relationship with another girl he met (whom I'm worried for, honestly), Adam has his own house now, and so on.  But accepting as I am – I don't know.  Not very happy.  Luckily for me, I rarely interact with them.

Following that, I went to Hercules and met up with some old friends.  I was extremely, extremely nervous and I expected it to be really awkward, but they're all still as wacky as I remember them.  Except older and more, uh, something.  I can't think of the word, but they're fun!  And, um, hee.  I'm in love again.  Er, scratch that.  I'm just punch drunk stupid with affection for Lynnette's cousin.  Who is 24 going on 25 this year, which makes him officially too old for me.

But I'm allowed to admire!  And he said I was funny so there.  I'm so magnetic, I know.

We all played Monopoly (haha, cute), everyone cheated, we didn't bother finishing the game (let's face it; that game never ends), and we had tacos for lunch.  And then there was some talking, catching up, and then I had to go back to the city to meet up with a classmate I had last semester to go over some poetry he had written up for the upcoming slam in March.

Then, I stopped by another friend's house to drop off his jacket and some other things (finally!), so I was also able to scratch that off my to-do list.

I love having a planner; it feels really nice to be able to plan things and have them pull through accordingly.  So aside from the first stop to San Francisco, today ended on a very high note.

Have I mentioned that I really love being happy?  Because I do, I do.

Last morning breakfast with the early birds.  Boo.  :(

alana's

Ah, I'm sure there'll be other days but merely infrequent and sporadic.  Alana's is a great place to eat in Burlingame if you can get there before 10AM.  On a weekday.  God knows what it's like on a weekend, and I have no plans on finding out anytime soon.  If anyone needs a recommendation, the best person to ask would be Connie; she's like the Zagat for morning excursions.

Their Swedish oatmeal pancakes with a side of cinnamon apples and Mediterranean omelette with a scone was basically nirvana on a plate.  And their coffee was good too.  Now, I don't exactly have experience in the food business, but the server there was efficient and thought of everything.  Needless to say, I was impressed.  It also helped that I was already in a good mood, so there you go.

Note!  I envied the cutlery and dishes, décor, lighting, and color schemes.  Will be saved for another day, but I'm preparing a list of items I want/need for my future apartment.  It'll be the best and warm place ever, a bit of Asian and European fusion – fully zen and everything else that applies.

Some things have ended and other things are – well, I hope to think they're going somewhere.  Strangely, recent events haven't affected me so much as they would have a week ago.  Either I've conditioned myself properly to expect disappointment and take it, or maybe I just stopped caring when I accepted the fact that nothing would be the same.  Whatever the case, I'm kind of happy.  (And I say kind of because it's bizarre to feel this way considering the circumstances that got me here.)

And I suppose I was none too surprised, as the end result was something my mom had predicted when everything had started about a month ago, give or take.  Funny how old events feel like they just happened when things that have just happened feel like they've occurred months ago.  Again, maybe I'm just getting used to it.  And maybe I don't mind being some kind of stranger if only I'm allowed to start over.  In words of many people I've sought advice, things can only get better (knowing me, however, I could probably make things worse but anyway!).

People amuse me; my work amuses me; I amuse myself in ways I can only find annoying.  See, I made the mistake of being happy, friendly, and awfully conversational today with everyone.  This has quite the effect  on random individuals, I've noticed.  Married or single, boy or girl – I'm clearly very magnetic because people respond to it.

(I try to de-stress myself by thinking it's just because I'm a fantastic person, but we all know how ridiculous that is so I'm going to pretend it's because I'm nice.  Yes, nice.)

Um, what else.  Blood donation appointment in three days, school in four – I now have a reason to shop for pens and paper!  And grab a scrapbook while I'm at it.  I'm really getting into photographing portraits – especially candids.  We'll see how that goes!

Added:

07grades

Gathered courage to check my fall semester grades, and I feel like I cheated massively in my world music class since I basically skipped three concerts worth a good chunk of our grades and still got a solid B.  Um?

I post too much; I need to stop, but somehow I have been doing a great many things that I want documented for some reason or another.  Cheese and bananas.

But oh my god, oh my god, I finally sent out my résumé and am bloody nervous.  Sending them through e-mail is a tricky process though, if only for the fact I know some businesses are wary of attached files; the associate I sent it to never specified a preference.  And yes, I do worry about these things because they clearly matter.  Writing résumés and attempting to advertise yourself as this overly amazing and professional candidate when you're realistically a goofball with a penchant for the casual is like this death trap.

If it was possible and more related to my major, I would rather work for – well, I don't know.  I'd say Google or Apple just because.  Does anyone really need any other reason to work for them?  Hardly.

And I got a call from a representative for blood donations, and now I have an appointment for next Tuesday afternoon at 5PM in Millbrae .  I expect to faint – again.  Faint for blood; it's all the rage these days (a potential slogan for people like me, obviously).  They call at strange hours, too.

Oh, haha, love of my life:

Me:  I feel so deprived.
Bryan:  Of what, exactly?
Me:  Not sure, you tell me.
Bryan:  I bet it starts with an 's' and ends in 'ex'.
Me:  Ew, don't touch me.
Bryan:  Ew?  No one says that to me.
Me:  Your ego is suffocating me.
Bryan:  It only aims to please you.
Me:  Cue gag reflex.
Bryan:  Paper or plastic?