i keep telling myself i'm over simon, because eventually i'll believe it. and i am over him, i'm just not over the idea of My Simon (ok, just realized that's a web site which makes me ultra nerdy. Durrr.)
Went to KCSB training tonight. Am inspired and intimidated. Any ideas for programs (what would YOU want to listen to?) should be directed to the guestbook
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After that, I went and worked out (pounds be gone!)
Bitch thought of the day, written in slight code to protect those i love: SO glad to exist here and not deal with things i wouldn't want to deal with that would result in ultra annoyance with world.
sadly, had best night since i've been here tonight. sadly, because it was fun but not up to my standards of other best nights. c'est moi vie. but yes, so after working out and showering (refreshing), anne and sarah and i went to this 24-hour kickass coffee shop called Hot Spots. i got an italian soda and an almond steamer and observed while attempting to study. anne knows everyone, EVERYONE, so there was a constant stream of people sitting down to talk. this one 50-year-old jerry garcia-type sat down and started reading anne's textbook aloud in a mr. t voice, and it was so utterly hilarious, i was crying from laughing so hard. and i convinced sarah that bridget jones if Quality Literature, and anne borrowed the first book per my suggestion. hurrah!
i felt like i belonged there. like less of a misfit, because they were all misfits. and people there were studying or just hanging out, and it was a nice place to do both, or either. anyone notice how i've been saying everything's "nice" instead of glorious, grand, fantastic, superdillyicious? everything here is nice...the weather, the beach, the people. but nothing's spectacular. that sucks, though. i'd rather live in a gross place with one GREAT thing than just an ok place. i think i need to move to nyc or london by myself. someday, self, someday.
matt, apparently, is coming this weekend (so he says) and i told him to definitely, definitely come campus, if nothing else, to make some drug deals. and not only because i want pot...i want something familiar. he says he might move down here (he won't). but even though i want something familiar, i'm trying to plan it so that the last time i'm in redding is during christmas. I do NOT want to go home. i don't miss redding at all...i don't miss people at all (not even my cats)...i just don't like it here. i want to live in a BIG metropolis where anonymity is normal and everyone's a misfit and thus, odd is normal. but i'd have to go there by myself. i admire people like steven so much for just moving somewhere with no plan. i don't think i could do that...i'd at least have to have a source of income and a place to live...but it'll happen.
And to give credit where credit's due, the girl (not chick, esp, i said girl) who said something along the lines of live has become something we survive, not something we live is named stephanie and, yes, she is v. nice and smart.