tipsyness, sillyness

im sitting in my room with vanessa, both laptop in hand. reminds me a little of scalett and pauline and the oh so fabulous adventure in toulouse, france. almost every day, and night the two of them sat almost inches away from each other chatting online, to each other. how fuking absurd? you guys are so freakin weird. and i love u for that. today( im a bit tipsy right now) i had some shopping therapy. right after school, i dashed to the stores. i already lost the point to this. but basically, shopping therapy is good. im so weak. all i had was like 2 smirnoff ice. jabooty, what is happenign to me? holloween: im mini mouse. a class mate and i are heading to castro right after an exam. party on a monday ngiht. today i had a midterm which i had to take using a romote control. i think that technilogy is taking over the world. everyone i see is like a zombie, listening to their ipods, barely looking at each other. what will happen in like 20 years? people will be walking around with computer chips ingrained into their scalps. its freakin 1984 , 20 years later.

i made another "friend" from across the street. he is yet another bouncer his name is Igor, he is russian. he invited me for a drink. i didnt go. maybe next time i will.

currently reading: E.M. Forster A Passage to India.

i really need to learn to drink

another drink on the house please

in a weird way, its really nice to hear my name followed by a dirty joke first thing as i come to work. friday my roommate turned 21. weekend of party. thursday night alyssa and i decided to take her to Trader Sam's, the neighborhood tiki bar. a little dive populated by old dirty men during the day and young yuppie kids in the night, although the place always smells like old people. i work across the street from the place and made my acquaintance with the bar tender and the bouncer. so it was arranged that vanessa would get a hard time getting into the bar. plan worked. she was on the verge of tears when finally the bouncer told her that we were all playing a joke on her and happy birthday. knowing that i had to wake up at 6am the next morning, i didn't really care how late i stayed up, im young, good looking (i think) and ready to party. a couple of fruity drinks later and a few free shots from the bar tender, the birthday girl was on her way of becoming a 21 year old. Me? I know from experience. Old and wise. It was one of those nights when I felt really good being around the people that I was with. It felt like a warm and fuzzy feeling. Like the kind of feeling you get when you are 10 and receive a letter from a secret admirer, or when you just went through a horrible break up and all your friends are there to bucket your tears and feed you chocolate, or the feeling you get from watching a foreign film with subtitles. The bouncer bought us a huge bowl of something with alcohol in it and a million straws pointing out called the Scorpion. We stumbled home and continued the next day. We ended up the next night at a nice little ma and pa Mexican joint, which I remember for its horrible mole. The place was pretty awesome, mariachi and everything. Michael was attacked by an overage milf who gawk at his height and made her boyfriend give Vanessa a $10 for a drink. The dance party started after dinner at the Beauty Bar. That's right. First song I hear once I come in was Michael Jackson. That's a recipe for a great night! The place was pretty well decorated. The chairs were those old hair dressing chairs with huge hair dryers attached to the back. You could have even had your nails painted if you wanted to. The place was so packed we could barely move but the music was awesome, Prince, The Cure, some new stuff, some old stuff. We left cuz it was way too packed and ended up going to a place called Delirium, it took us 10 minutes just to get through to the dance room, which was also a smoke room and also... an everything room by the looks of it.

Now I am getting ready for another week of school. But now its not as difficult to get through. I finally feel like I belong somewhere and that the people around me are amazing individuals. I think that is what I really was looking for all along, amazing amazing people. I love you guys.

people piss me off

people who don't fuckin say thank you when you hold the door open for them, i don't get paid to do this shit, and even if i did, you're still an asshole.

people that do not wash their hands after using a public restroom, i give you dirty fuckers dirty looks, you deserve it, you're dirty to begin with.

that old man that walked into my coffee shop watching porn for an hour getting a hard on and then jerking off in the bathroom. i hate you shits who think its ok to get a hard on in public. and dont give me perverted looks. next time im kicking you out.

people who think they know everything. that is including me of course. but god why does the world revolve around us? get a reality check.

old ladies who give me dirty looks at bus stops. you bitch, you wern't a little angel back in the 50's. why should i be?

guys who walk around in pairs wearing the same exact shirt and jeans. are you twins?

people who piss me off in general.

passive people. if you are too fuckin slow or scared to spit it out then just get out of my face.

those little teen kids wearing diesel shoes asking for money. go ask your mommy or daddy instead. or pawn your clothes in and actually become homeless, then i'd consider flipping a dime.


people who think that Persian is a language. I am most positive it is not. If I'm wrong, then i'm an idiot for writing this blog.

its raining and your wearing a mini skirt? yeah you know who you are.

thats all for now, although the list goes on and on.

smite me

you school work. breath, sigh, breath. i forget to breath sometimes. so school has picked up and i am squeezing a few minutes I have before I rush off to class again to slave over more work. It seems that with every new class I take at school, I feel more and more like I am living in a liberal bubble stuck in some black hole of America. I mean, how many of you guys get to write an essay about homosexual sex? As enticing as the subject is, I find it liberating that I get to do this kind of stuff in college. Hail to San Francisco. Back to my essay.

Currently reading: "A Passage to India" by E.M. Forster