2005-07-03
3:05 a.m.
2005-06-26
2:29 a.m.
a terribly awkward moment ensued at work today in which i believe one of our staff members attempted to come out to myself and two other staffers. however, it was so abrupt and unexpected that none of us were quite sure what to do or say next. so, we all stood in seemingly unending mute agony until he burst into a sudden snort of bad nervous laughter and insisted that he was kidding and, not, in fact, gay.
it was like something out of one of those ridiculous WB sitcoms, minus the unrealistically clever dialogue. i'm worried that if he is gay, we've terrified him with our (lack of) reaction.
i was also at a barbecue at doug's house this afternoon in celebration of his, annie's, and his (cousin?)'s graduation. it was all very nice and wholly unlike any family celebration i had ever been in attendance of. for one, there was a rather refreshing lack of (fried, white, and otherwise) rice and questionably prepared fish. in fact, all the food was easily identifiable and looked rather good and not at all dodgy.
(sorry, i'm watching monty python's flying circus at the moment and, well, i seem to think that i'm english. cuidado de las llamas!!)
(!)
furthermore, no one was speaking tagalog, poking at me about my atypically larger-than-size 0-4 waistline, demanding to know why i haven't got a boyfriend, or questioning my pursuit of art instead of a more lucrative field like my cousin whatsisface. i did very much enjoy myself. i also got to meet the infamous frank, who, near as i could tell, had at least as good a time as i did. unfortunately, duty called - i had to be off to work, and i believe frank had to...leave.
right then. i'm off.
2005-06-21
3:40 a.m.
sunday morning, i could have sworn i saw the spectre of death standing over me as i lay on a hotel room couch, listless and near what i was sure was an end brought on by the consumption of copious amounts of alcohol.
ten minutes ago, i would have sworn i already posted an entry about this, but as i can find no evidence of such, i am posting one now.
anyway, Death turned out to be jess, standing over me in a black hoodie. i determined this after realizing that Death probably didn't have a pink butterfly emblazoned across the front of his robes. at the time it was slightly depressing.
it was a very happy birthday, though. in my experience, good nights tend to create rough mornings and believe me when i say that sunday morning was, physically, one of the roughest and most painful mornings EVAR. not "ever." not "ever", or even "EVER" - "EVAR." caps and an -AR.
that's how good my birthday was.
heh.
we (approximately 20 people) met at my favorite coffeehouse because
a) i love that place, and
b) because i frequent the place so much, the owner allowed me to use their front room for my gathering for free.
then we went to a hotel, where we had a couple of rooms to party/crash (the majority of us still live with mom and dad) and many of us proceeded to get drunk far past the the bounds of reason. i demanded that will and my brother get up and fight to the death for my amusement. i also hugged everyone in the room at least twice and told them what wonderful, beautiful people they were.
then...next thing i knew, most of my party had been rushed out the door. apparently there was some trouble with management - noise complaints and the like. the ones who left were the ones who were capable of leaving on their own at all (and i spent all day sunday after i peeled myself out of bed on the phone with all of them, begging their forgiveness for this). some of us were not able and it was impossible to ask those people to leave without risking their lives.
the rest of the night was a toned-down version of the beginning. annie made this crazy blue punch that was as dangerous as it was delicious, and i have been asked very nicely to obtain the recipe from her.
by the way, annie, all your rum cake was eaten. i have your pretty glass plate. if this whole [white labcoat mad scientist deal] thing doesn't work out, you should consider some sort of career in alcoholic alchemy because you, madam, are an artist.
(what?)
i think chay has all my film from the night, so once i get a hold of them, i'll post some of the photos. to be honest, i'm kind of scared to see exactly what's captured in those little canisters. but what's a night of drunkenness without a little shame?
builds character.
2005-06-17
11:41 p.m.
in about twenty minutes, i will be twenty-two years old.
every year around my birthday - as birthday celebrants past a certain age are wont to do - i take a quick life inventory: have i gotten to where i thought i would be in life by now? am i doing anything constructive with my time? have i been a sufficiently (ir)responsible person? but, most importantly, did i have fun?
etc. etc. etc.
as i get older, that last question will probably drop in priority - with any luck, not too far and not any time soon.
i'm nervous. i'm nervous because i don't know that i can answer enough of those questions positively. i even feel a little sick.
oh, the terror of progressing further into my twenties.
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