well that was a hell of a drive. i left at 2:30am and was falling asleep at the wheel by 3:30 so i pulled over on some exit in salinas, climbed into the backseat, and slept for 3 hours. i woke up thoroughly confused and made the 8-hour trip thanks to weezer, nofx, jimmy eat world (urg), and saves the day (uurrgg).
aw man. i'm pooped. i had such an awesome time though. pretty girls make graves rocked the majority of the casbah. alas, i am off to shower and then to the doctor because my mother is absolutely insane.
exciting: i have so much alcohol. half a handle of capt morgan, a full bottle of watermelon pucker (we polished off the raspberry smirnoff last night...wasted), and quite a few beers. so yay me.
and i'm back, minus some blood. the doctor was like, i dunno why you're here but you're fine. he explained some of the depression shit to me (no more pills...i don't have to be weened off prozac, which is good because i'm already off it) and we'll get the blood work done just to make jolly good sure i'm a-ok.
how can i get kickass anime hair? oh, how missed you, sailor moon.
oh my god. this is great. "tsunami presents the story of a rodent with mad skills. he's saving the world...one hamster at a time." i must watch.
christ. it's 1:19am now and i am rawther tired and feeling rawther british, having just watched bridget jones yet again with my beloved esp. was planning on getting piss drunk with her, but neither of us were up for it by the time we got around to it. we spent the majority of the evening stalking b&n boy who, as it turns out, knows who i am via my brother (odd in and off itself as i look nothing like i did when he might have known me) and lalala, no more soulmate for morgan. honestly, it should not be this hard to find a boy to smoke with/drink with/sleep with and not have a commitment with. (that sentence was for all you grammarians out there.) any takers in the greater northern california area? (maybe boys can smell desperation like dogs smell fear, except they run away from it instead of being attracted to it.)
i thought a lot about adam this weekend. granted, i was wasted most of the time, which is never good for a lovesick girl, but i was thinking about how much i care(d) about him and what a bastard he was (is) and how i always end up hooking up with the losers and not having the confidence to seduce the boys i actually like. damn you, self esteem!
an entirely uneventful evening, but it sufficed. the lake (i keep calling it the beach and people are like, what?) tomorrow with joel and esp for some manic rope swing-ness.
fuck fuck fuck. i think my mom read this, which wouldn't matter except for the whole "wow, i have a lot of alcohol in my possession!" thing. i assume this because i distinctly closed my computer before i left and it was distinctly open with this screen in full view when i returned. privacy what?
i miss my santa barbara loves. driving back today (christ, was that today? well, yesterday, really, i suppose. either way:) i got hit with the worst homesickness feeling. like someone punched my chest and proceeded to tattoo "YOU ARE NEVER GOING TO SEE THESE FABULOUS PEOPLE AGAIN IN YOUR LIFE" all over my thoughts.
have slept for 3 hours of the past 36. off to bed. or something of the sort. have been so inspired to write lately; perhaps will give that a try.