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| My birthday(s) |
| 02.27.05 (9:17 pm) [edit] |
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That last entry was about the feeling that, not so much you want everyone around you to be miserable, but you just want to feel like for just a few minutes you have something that no one else in your demographics has. Plus, it was prompted by some other things that were happening that are now unimportant, and not quite what I was convincingly mislead to believe they were. Let's see... On my actual birthday I heard from my parents, my aunt Mary (who predictably did call early in the morning), Bonnie, Jeremy's aunt, and my grandma, and my boyfriend. I half surprisingly did not hear from maternal grandmother who, because her boyfriend and I have to share a star sign, has opted to be with him. I don't have a problem with this. She did leave a check and homemade card. But still... Kelly, Andrea and I started out about 8pm. We first went to the Cinnebar by Andrea's, where I saw a guy who hangs around the Radio TV Film and Theatre area. Then Lido's (which was a Mexican club with loud music and incense). My curiosity about Lido's has been satisfied.  After that was the San Jose Bar and Grill (which was much quieter than the last time I was in there). We had an adorable waiter who looked like Ryan Stiles. I ordered the dirtiest-sounding drink they had, which evidentally was a blow job.  Then we went to Mission Ale House where I had a cotton candy (incidentally, these are only the new drinks I am accounting for). I met up with a guy I know from my dorm and a class of mine. Evidentally, he goes out and partys on Thursdays. So he came in, hung out with us. All 4 of us went into the back and danced. I danced with him. Then was O'Flannery's after which point much of the night becomes spotty. But the way I see it, most of the worst parts were edited out, and I obviously had fun. I woke up about 6 am in Andrea's apartment, and went back to my dorm, and woke up a couple hours later for class. I was not hung over. My stomach wasn't real happy. But you can't be too hung over if you are still slightly buzzed when you wake up. (Yes, I was that bad. No, I don't want to hear it). I feel like in that drawing class, I can't get ahead or be better than anyone else. I feel like I am never doing the right thing. And I always get the worst criticisms because of where I sit; he gets to me first, tells me what I am doing is wrong, which reminds him to tell the rest of the class to not do things the way I am. After class, I packed up my laundry, got Kelly, and we drove to Granite Bay. This was the first time I had been home since leaving after winter break. I was very hungry. When I got in the door, my dad asked what kind of sandwhich I wanted from Subway, little knowing that this would further an argument already in progress. The argument was about my father's unwaivering stance on eating meat during Lent, and how since he has imposed his religion upon us, my brother and I were not to eat it either. This went on for a half hour. He was a complete ass about it, "I could go on for all the religious reasons about why we do that..." We ended up with 1/2 cheese, 1/2 sausage pizza (that I think Mike was supposed to pick the sausage off of, "But he can have all the sausage he wants tomorrow"). In the same conversation, I was told pretty much I could not go to Joe's Crab Shack unless we were going to go at 3:00 in the afternoon, and belittled my reasons for going there, "Why? Because you want to have a drink? Well, they have drinks at the Indian Casino." When I thought about it, it seemed almost every tiff this weekend was over food. I wonder why food should be such a stressful topic? Well, it was about that, and the fact that my dad won't do anything about the drier taking litterally about 7 turns to dry a load of laundry (meaning I brought every bit of clothing home with me dirty because the 2 loads ahead of me didn't dry). Kelly and I sat out in the spa. We talked to Jeremy for a while whilst in the spa.  The next day, Kelly and I had lunch at Red Robin and saw Sideways. I enjoyed it very much (more than Kelly, although she is warming up to it) for a few reasons. As a whole movie, I thought it was a funny and poignant story about depression, desparation, and midlife crises. As a piece of art, first off, I enjoyed that many of the scenes were in recognizable spots in/around Solvang. In addition, I appreciate that there was probably not a single set piece in it; every restaurant, gas station, and even the hotel room were the real thing. If you have money, it's probably easier to deal with a set you can make/design/light yourself. If you don't, the limited space, as in a restuarant or hotel room, is far more challenging, and not just for manueverability reasons. So I very much appreciated the work in making not only the space work, but getting all the necessary permits to do it.After this, we came back, and went to the Indian Casino for dinner. I have figured out why casinos have buffets. They, like everything else in a casino is a gamble. Lots of people come and bet that they can eat more food than they originally put up. I suspect that the house usually wins. However, we all 5 of us gave it our best shot last night, and we went home feeling very full, which, like the drinking incident, means it was very good. We went back home where I opened presents. I got a couple checks from my grandmothers, money from Jeremy's mother. Kelly gave me socks reminiscent of an old instance between us, and a Small World shirt resembling the Holland section. From my parents, I got a DVD set of Marx Brothers movies and one of Bob and Bing "Road Pictures," a Shag book, underwear with Sugar Daddies and Sweetarts on them, a Howard Pyle pirate book, (if you want to see this man's influence, ride Pirates of the Caribbean), gift certificate to Old Navy to buy a shirt I like, a drawing book, a Monty Python CD, Arsenic and Old Lace DVD, a Donald Duck doll made of denim  a Tinker Bell and Jack Skellington umbrellas, a pretty glass necklace, two mermaid posters:   and much of my upcoming trip to Kentucky in 26 days comped. I was very pleased. Kelly and I went out into the spa again with the intention of drinking. But we were still so full we barely made it through the 6-pack, felt nothing but bloated and went to bed. This morning we did cake. We had a Butterfinger ice cream cake (very good), and a chocolate cake (because Mike doesn't like Butterfingers). I was sent home with many sugar-based products, more than I need. I had probably the best birthday in awhile. I had lots of fun with my best friends (except Jeremy) on Thursday, was very relaxed the next 2 days, saw a movie I could enjoy on many levels, I was not nearly so depressed because of my boyfriend/lack thereof. It was just in general nice and enjoyable. I am tired. I should probably go to bed now in the hopes that maybe I will wake up earlier and get work done. Sorry this was such a long entry. Current Mood:   Tired and content
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posted by: Jeremy (reply)
post date: 02.28.05 (9:59 am)
Amen sorry its a long entry
posted by: Amy (reply)
post date: 03.27.06 (3:56 am)
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