27th September, 2008
This Was A Night Of Good Things
Well, there were some stupid things, but it’s still good.
Friday went by slowly, especially up until the festivities started. After I wrote the sarcastic “hate letter” at work, I went off to a VSA bonfire event. Until the food was cooked, we played a bunch of games and whatnot. Ran into NB since we’re in the same family. (VSA is divided into four groups — “families”) I tried to eat a hamburger but it was still too hard for me to chew with my molars without some pain, so I just ate some naked hot dogs instead. We played capture the flag right around twilight and it was getting to the point where it was too dark to see and then it had turned 8pm, which was when I had wanted to go. I didn’t leave without any battle scars though. Since the grass had dew, it was slippery and I ended up running into our wooden prison, skinning my arm pretty badly. That hurt like a bitch when I showered afterward.
The reason I left was because I needed to get back and get ready to clubbing with my JYL! I knew that there was a less likely chance she’d cancel on me because her friend was actually picking us up this time and she wouldn’t have had to subject herself to riding the BART. I know, it’s a bit lame, but it is what it is. I showered, put on my makeup at her place while we got the party started early with a few drinks. Both she and I are such lightweights, it’s a little amusing. By the time her friend, CZ, had picked us up, we were already pretty buzzed. We got to the club, Icon Lounge, pretty early. I was actually stopped by the door because the ID I was holding was expired. I loved it when the first bouncer said that he knew it was me though, just wasn’t sure since it was expired. The second bouncer asked me what street I “lived” on and luckily, I remembered my roommate’s details very well.
They greeted us with some champagne when we came in and since JYL had ditched both us and CZ before, she bought us a round of drinks. By that point, I was pretty much gone in terms of being able to stay sober. By the time EC showed up, I was pretty wasted. It was all good though. We stepped out twice to cool off and whatnot and the second time, we had “the talk” in my drunken stupor and yes, my Libra side is rejoicing because now we have stability (relative) and a name and I know where I stand. From where I’m standing, it’s looking pretty good.
Last night was an event that was hosted by the Oakland Raiders (football) and I remember at one point, I had asked someone to take our picture. He stared at me as if I had just asked him to fetch me some water. Then I realized that he was a football player because he was obviously too high and mighty to take a goddamn picture. It was amusing, but that just made me dislike football players more. I know, not all of them are snobbish like that, but seriously?! Too high to take a picture? That’s ridiculous.
We all got home safely. EC took me back, stayed over, and left in the morning since he had things to do back at home. I don’t know when I’ll see him next because the following weekend is midterm weekend and then after that, I’m headed out to Vegas! I asked him to come, but he said that he had already taken too many vacations and needed to stay to be a good little worker.
Today was a slow day. I watched a bit of last night’s presidential debate only to realize that I hate watching two old men bicker. I proceeded to take myself to the gym where I ran/power-walked two miles on the treadmill and swam 750 meters. I am so not a land person. I’d swim any day over running, but if I want to really slim down, I need to run. AL told me that I could just ease up into it by starting slow and then with time, increase the speed. Hopefully it’ll work and I’ll be slimmer by Halloween. Then again, I will probably get my braces by then and will be living on soup, so I’ll probably lose some more weight through that.
Anyway, I need to be productive. I came home and pretty much passed out for three hours and have yet to do something really productive. Night!
Tags: bonfire, clubbing, CZ, EC, Icon Lounge, JYL, VSA
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26th September, 2008
This Is A Hate Letter
Dear EC,
I hate you.
I hate that you put a smile on my face during the day.
I hate that I keep looking forward to the next time I’ll see you.
I hate that you say the good things like “I don’t see anything wrong.” when I tell you that I’m all fucked up.
I hate that you dress well and make me feel as if I don’t need to improve your clothing style.
I hate that you don’t make me yearn for someone better because you are better, especially better than the rest.
I hate that I’m writing this stupid hate letter when I don’t even know if I can call myself your girlfriend.
So yes, I hate you.
With hate,
Maria
Tags: EC
Posted at 3:11 pm | Comments (2)