arrrrrgh! damnit! okay, this is the SECOND time i've been cut off while trying to post this fucking entry. first time was my own damn fault, but this time was IE6, that POS browser. graaaarrrrrrrrrr!!!!
okay. i think i'm all right now.
i kicked robert off of
A Safer Haven, seeing as he hasn't posted anything since his
first entry back in october. sebastian called dibs on robert's spot on the webpage when he heard i was kicking him off. but jonathan looked so pitiful, since he's wanted his own spot on the site for a while, that i gave him my spot. plus, i felt guilty about writing only about sebastian for the past god-knows-how-long. i think sebastian is pissed at me for raining on his parade by just giving the better spot to jonathan. meh....he'll get over it.
thursday night. i call up teresa and head over to her place to meet her friends from edna. i show up and we go with kevin to friday's. i get an apple cobbler. the service is terrible, so we are assholes. i was trying not to laugh as i saw teresa leave a $3 tip for all five of us. back to teresa's. her friends from edna go back to edna. she goes to talk on the phone in her room. i play ffx. the water effects are gorgeous, but i still don't get the storyline, seeing as i'm only an hour into the game. resa falls asleep on the sofa. i get online with kevin to screw with shannon's head. i finally head home at two in the morning.
friday night. on the way to welfarm, wonderful by everclear started playing. i was overcome by memories and emotion.... i drove around tomball for about half an hour looking for christina's place. i ended up going to three other houses before i got to hers. tommy was the only one home, and then his mom and dad came and picked him up to go see monsters, inc. he's tall now! tommy, that is. he still looks much the same as before, but taller. he wears one of those chains, too, on his jeans. what a change.
so i was left to let everyone in when they came. allen and leo arrived. jill and christina arrived. christina (the hostess) arrived. we went to the papadeaux where christina works. i felt sorry for her friend cisco, who happened to be our waiter. he was very....forgiving. teresa, kevin, and dennis arrived. allen and kevin and i hid a butter knife in a loaf of bread, pretended to snort breadcrumbs, and did all sorts of other antics while chris just slid further and further down in her seat. i felt really bad for cisco and so i left him a pretty big tip, as did everyone else. all in all, i think he got about 30% of our collective checks.
back to chris's place. start up once upon a time in china. i somehow ended up being resa and chris's pillow, while kevin was having fun with the vibrating armchair. movie ends; resa and kev and den leave. we go up to chris's room and talk for hours on end. well, jill falls asleep almost immediately, but the rest of us stay up. christina gives the best massages! omg i thought i had died and gone to heaven. she cracks backs, too. the other christina spontaneously reads my palm while the first is giving me a massage. she tells me that i'll live a long time. we guys end up not making it back to our room. i ended up being a pillow for christina again, but this time she found my brachial artery and slept on it. oh well, i slept pretty well, regardless.
saturday night. i called up michael: not at home. i called up teresa: at the movies. vijay was in austin. robert and rose were in taiwan. so i headed down to barnes and noble and read in the children's section until they closed. strangely enough, i didn't meet anyone i knew there. get home. log on. talk to michael for a long time. i found out through experience that swinging a dagger can be very cathartic. i also slew a small cardboard WB box. i don't know what it was. i just felt pissed off and violent last night. michael helped. michael's always been there for me....and i'm ever grateful.
sunday night. it's been a hard day's night, and i've been working like a dog. i went to cici's with my dad, and then to welfarm afterward. i bought a packet of those yeast drinks. i called up teresa: not at home. i called up michael: busy tonight. vijay was in austin. robert and rose were in taiwan. so i was about to head down to barnes and noble when i remembered that they close early on sundays. damn. so i am dicking around on the computer, half alive but feeling mostly dead, listening to ewan mcgregor sing to me on winamp. go to sleep, patrick.
