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| Someplace I want to take Jeremy |
| 08.28.04 (8:49 am) [edit] |
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I did something I haven't done in a long time, I looked at some grades. Not all, but a few. I am happy to report I am currently maintaing above a B average. My dad hasn't asked me about grades in a long time. Not complaining Last night turned out to be so much fun, especially after the stupid gym thing. (Bloody morgue-of-a-commuter-camp us-on-Fridays). I went to Andrea's. We talked at her apartment for a bit. Then we just kinda up and decided since there was nothing free and better to do, that we would drive to Santa Cruz to look at stars.  At her direction, we ended up in this little beach town called Capitola. By then, it was about 11:30 when we drove into it. All the specialty shops were closed, but there were many bars and clubs in full swing. It was fun. We walked out on the beach and went into the water up to our knees, and got wet. On the way out, I went into a bar, and got a virgin strawberry dacquri to go. (Sometimes, the flavor is what you crave more than the buzz...plus I was driving). A girl, who I assumed was lit, asked me if I liked her pants. They were gold. I told her what she wanted to hear, and went in to get my drink. Never driven 17 or 1 at night, that was new. At least I wasn't driving on 1 between San Francisco and Stinson Beach. Those roads up there are windy as shit. It was about 1:15 by the time we got back. We didn't see any stars though.  I would like to go back to that place sometime. Jeremy would like it. It was very happening. The Margaritaville Club had a big ol' mermaid on the front of it, and it was very much alive. Except the hotels around there are expensive. Today, in my effort to have or make plans every weekend, I guess I am going to the Steinhart Aquarium. I have a need to be connected with the city. Weekend-after-next, I think I will go home to get my bike and all its accessories. I miss it so much. I wish I could have it today. I know a place on weekends near Max's and the stadium that you can park all day for $5. Maybe I'll go to Ghirardelli and the Marina green too. Driving in San Francisco frustrates me, but there is a sadistic part of me that loves it (just so long as I don't get lost). It's almost like PMS. Yes, driving in San Francisco is like PMS. You can behave the way you really want to, so long as you, and no one else gets hurt, but won't under normal conditions. You get to justify the behavior on the cause (I act this way because I have PMS/this is how to drive in this city) and once the journey is over, you have to readjust to the way things were before. I love the pop-ups that don't have an obvious way to close them. Current mood:  Hungry
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