fucking awesome weekend.
friday sucked ass, but that's besides the point because saturday made up for everything everything! hurrah!
lelia and i get down to la a few hours late (i said we'd be there around 7. we left at 7:30) but all's well. we get ready in record time at cary's dorm and take off, taking that crazy kid brendon and his new gf sam with us. we show up at the club late (we were supposed to get there before 10:30 to get in for $5 but that didnt' happen...we show up at 10:35.) this is after i almost kill us all getting off an exit when a hairpin turn appears out of nowhere (ignore the fact that lelia told me to slow down because the exit's really sharp) and i run over some white lane marker-thingys (everyone was enlightened when we discovered they pop back up after being run down) and i made my tires squeal for the first time ever (well, from braking anyway) and that was exciting. we make it to the club relatively unscathed and i chug a red bull and vodka, but it didn't really do anything to me. we get to the club and go inside no problem (we ensured that everyone had ids before we left, during the ride, and twice when we got there. paranoia.) we got in and it was so great. there werent' many people there yet so we chilled with lelia's friends a little bit, smoked a bit, danced a bit.
it's 12:29a now and i'm sick of typing this. in short, morgan got ass. well, not so much ass as action, but it's exciting nonetheless. his name is adam, he was a cute lil 19-year-old with nice style and nice glasses and we made out on the couches for awhile until the usc folks decided it was time to go.
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(morgan, stop being a loser.) yes, common sense.
i just chugged 2 bottles of my roommate's water because it's so cold and so nice and when i finally make it to costco i'm going to have to buy her her own box because i keep drinking hers. but that's the cool thing about cool roommates.
speaking of cool roommates, i'm not sure i have any anymore. not the cool part but the roommate part. apparently, everything's falling apart. i thought we all had a good enough friendship so that wouldn't happen if one of us had a bad week or a bad life or whatever...i thought i had a pretty good support group, people who would understand or even if they didn't understand would care. now i'm not sure. i tried to get them to talk to me today (talk, as in, let's work this out) but i was ignored in a sugarcoated manner when we passed by each other and then i fell asleep for 5 hours.
sidenote: there is an unbelievable amount of dirt under my fingernails. damn l.a.
the big problem with this is the timing. we're supposed to sign the lease on tuesday. at 9am. so we have maybe 36 hours or so to make everything hunky-dorky again. i still genuinely want to live with these girls. just because we're having hard times now doesn't mean the friendships cease to exist. and it's not like we're moving in next week...we have, like, 5 months before that actually happens and i imagine we'll all grow up a lot and the little things that pop up between us will be just that -- little things -- and we'll be able to deal with the big things 'cause that's what happens when you grow up.
(i only keep typing about this because 1 of the girls suppposedly reads this so i'm hoping she'll read this and want to come talk to me and call me tomorrow morning to go to breakfast and discuss Life Issues over cereal. or something. ahem.)
i'm gonna go try to go back to sleep. wish me luck putting my life back together today. rather, tomorrow.