B⊕⊕TS

For the past three nights, I've had wonderful times in my new favorite pair of brown leather boots.

Thursday: Letting Go.
The day was interesting. I don't know, I'd rather not get into it because it's already passing away. After that, I followed Daniel to his house and we chilled under a cool roof. What timing he has. Enjoyed some pineapple juice and watched part of "Accepted", haha, how appropriate, right? After he cut the cheese -___- and I moved to NOT downwind, we kindda just laid there. Maybe him moreso because it was a hot, tiring day, but for me, it was a sincere amount of human contact that I'dbeen dying for. It's okay if it sounds unclear, but I needed the companionship, even if I denied that I did :] No matter who we meet, the places we go, or the amount of time in between talks, I'll always love him for reasons he won't know because I tend to hold those I-love-you's for special occasions. Don't question my mannerisms, I'll do that first.

That night, I drove downtown. Walked around the Farmer's Market, which was also a flee market of sorts, and enjoyed the ambiance of EFB. I caught that Santana the guitarist was sending my way, pheww ;] I also caught up with Sara and her mom, who had some handy dandy dim sum, mmm. After the show, I congratulated the band, gave that guitarist a wink and a hug, and drove Mel to Boy Scouts. LOL. I'm finally feeling confident about driving around the city. It's actually a small world, and I'm still not tired of it.




Friday: His Eyes. The Eyes Have It.
As I sat down and finally thought about the college process at a seminar, which I was through with in the first 45 minutes, it snapped. All this work. All this asking and pleading to be accepted... it needs to go to something. I'm not in it for the money anymore. And I found out there's a case of mono going around. I hope I don't get it. Because my friends have it. So far so good. Except that night I met up with the boys that might have it HAHA. After seeing someone at Buena Park Downtown, I sped on over to my first sausage fest in a longg time.

It was just Andres and Kevin at first, so while waiting for Kasra, I asked to see their four or five cats. LOL, I love animals. While spelunking through the garage a bit, my eyes met with those of the young Augustin Garcia for the first time. He was soo handsome in the good years. I expect all years for that man were the good years, even the "bad" ones. Going through pictures was my favorite stolen moment thus far. Ever since I was younger, I've treasured photographs of my parents' past together and before they met. Frozen in time are moments that are remnants and reminders of spirit and soul. I almost cried tears of joy and regret. Grateful that I was able to peer into a world I've only known so well in my dreams and so rarely in real life. And shocked at myself for my renewed desire to shake his hand. It's true, I do not know the pain. But that night, I saw the happiness. And that's forever. On photo, and in spirit.

After the wrinkle in time, I was in for a night of MarioParty, Sausage pizza (haha), and good laughs. During dinner, Kasra said, "I don't want a girlfriend... O___O I'M NOT GAY." HAHAHA. He has this idea about finishing school, working for 5 to 10 years, and if marriage happens, it happens, but he wants to keep our circle of friends. I've never had a friend like that. Someone who'd put bros before hoes, me counting as a really sexy and wonderfully figured bro. Haha. He really got me thinking. And I don't think I'd ever want to lose our group, either. We're too good to abandon. Man, I love them. But finally, I had to race home. Before my curfew, of course ;]


Saturday: The Cafe.
Today I woke up with the revelation that was haunting me all night. I'm not going to settle. I'm not going to do it for the money. I'm not going to do it because it's easy. I'm going to push myself and live and love my life because everyday I study or work doing what fascinates me. Until I can take any further steps, I decided to take a breather, email my counselor, and lay down for a bit. I wanted to go out with Daniel during the day but he was at ACT and my parents ended up not going to the Getty Museum or the LACMA. Oh well. Bad timing, anyway. Since that night, I'd be going out.

Around sunset, I met up with Andres and headed to a favorite restaurant. I'm finally seeing the beauty in simple, artsy places. Not because it makes me feel hip, or indie LOL. Those places are inspiring, and are even better if they come with great food! Soo full on a good budget. A part of me wants to kick myself for being so vain, needy, and hypnotized by all that glitters before. Although I can pull it off well, it didn't reach me as much as being there, being totally cozy, and laughing the night away surrounded by tons of other happy people. I was playing a part I thought I had to play, for reasons forgettable and dim. But discovery is good. Self-evidence is even better. And I've discovered that I'm not that person. And he isn't either. He never was, and I love him for that.

After picking up some Jamba Juice for Alejandro, I dropped him off and made a new friend: THE 5 FREEWAY. So far, it had been only the 91, but since learning that the 5 can bring me to East Anaheim, the Block, and back to the 91, I fell in lust. I never would have learned this... if I didn't have a reason to go to East Anaheim, HAHA. Sausage fests :] Anyway, I raced a few Hondas. Psssh. Boys think they can out-drive me -____- I don't think so. Lol. I made it home just in time to take my mom to Paul's Place and get fried goods plus fried fried fries.

Parked the car.
Got in my room.
Kicked off my boots.
Snuggled up in bed.

Damn these are my good-time boots. Better not jynx the prettysuckers.