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[23 Aug 2006|08:56am] |
It has been a long time since i've blogged and i regret it most completely, but I was just way too lazy to write it all down. It would be insane to try and remember/list every exciting and prominent memories of my summer but i'll give it a try.
one amazing thing i can never forget (and reason why i can't get over the fact that my life isn't being filmed on a god damn reality show) is the night that Lexi and i went on a double date with these two guys that we met at Kimya's party. IT WAS SO HILARIOUS! imagine this:
Lexi and i cruise over to Condom revolution to meet up with them (already, bad news. HAH) so that we can go eat frozen yogurt at America's Cup. They are really cute, but the night is still young and we feel really awkward since we dont know them that well. we go to america's cup, make our frozen yogurt masterpieces, and eat them outside in the parking lot as we decide on what to do next. THe guys persistantly bring up hanging out at the beach and we're like...hmm, well our shoes will get ruined in the sand, we're not wearing beach-ready clothing, its dark and cold outside, and i'm not up for getting raped only to get dumped into the ocean afterwards--so no. Unfortunately, the closest thing to "fun" we can think of other than going oceanside is..well..going port-side. In other words, they take us to a freakin harbor where all the boats are docked--and it is completely isolated. Yeah, it could have been romantic, but lexi and i were NOT in the most romantic mood. the guys keep on hinting that they want to hook up and want to play "10 fingers" with us as an ice breaker (and to find out how far they think they can get us in terms of our past sexual history) and end up in a silent mess where both parties silently beg for a way out. They look at each other, and then at us, and then grin sheepishly as they ask for a lil "boy talk". (ummm okayyyy...you mean "HOW CAN WE GET THESE GIRLS TO TAKE THEIR CLOTHES OFF!! talk. ugh i hate boys) anyway, so lexi and i leave without hesitation and say we want our own lil talk as well and walk around the corner to give them privacy...and to GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE! as soon as we cross the corner, we dash to our car and drive off honking and screaming "LOSERRRR!!!!! SEE YA BITCHES!".
we left them there to ponder how badly they were PONED. :) end of story, we went to villa sienna to tell our historic story to our friends, and had fun for the rest of the night.
Another moment in my summer memory has to be when Lexi, Mattisyn, and I took a random night down to MEXiCO--by OURSELVES. did i mention that on the way home (after leaving our friend Mattisyn with 2 guys that she met there) we got pulled over by a federali...and GOT AWAY WITH IT!!!?!
The whole idea incarnated while Mattisyn and I were at work closing (another long day...*sigh...). Earl mentioned how he was going to stay at a beach house in Rosarito with sone friends--INCLUDING the guy i was set up with for homecoming my sophmore year...we hooked it off pretty well i must say...haha!--anyway, Mattisyn and I had been discussing illegal diet pills and other stupid stuff that we were contemplating in a joking matter to get 'ridiculously gorgeously skinny--"nicolohan" diet as i like to call it' but as the word "mexico" slid out of earl's lips, Mattisyn and i caught each others' eyes and automatically, we knew we were thinking the same thing: this farce joke that we had been bantering about the whole day just might be a crazy possibility! hah so off we went, stupid teenage girls desperate to honor the socialite priveledge of getting skinny the new fad easy way, got ready at my house (and may i mention, we looked so hot) and left for mexico!
Ofcourse, just my luck, on the way out my parents go unexpectedely PSYCHO on me and threaten to kick me out of the house and disown me if i do not come back home by tonight. Um WHAT?! IS THIS A SIGN?! WHY TONIGHT?! Pissed off and utterly intolerable of their overbearing expectations of me being a dull, lifeless, and miserable academician, i walked out. and went to mexico.
i shook off any savage thoughts i had during my hot convulsion of "X million reasons why i hate my parents and Y i shouldnt have to deal with it" and blasted the music as we drove down the 5, past the san clemente titties, and across the border. it was a scary thing--to drive to a place you're not familiar with, in the dead of night, where it is not properly lit, in a place you don't speak the language (well, maybe with all of our memories of spanish class combined we could have made out 'hola como estas me gusta queso. yo no hablo espanol y tu es un gato. gracias' or something, but pretty much we were screwed if we missed any exits as the streets continued to lead us to forked roads.
finally we parked in a familiar parking lot next to macho taco and senor frogs (oh god, freshman year of college memories...) and i ran outside to hug a stranger in Sigma Chi letters knowing that there was atleast one other sane person staying in Rosarito while we were. He happened to be some semi-cute/decent guy from slo? some college--but he was a sigma chi and that was all that mattered. i love them. :) i let go of the confused boy, thanked him for the comforting hug, and went back in teh car to wait for JOsh (my past homecoming date) to come get us, and to drink lots and lots of vodka. he came, we went to hte beach house, settled ourselves a bit, and then went out to the clubs.
the night sucked. i was NOT in the mood although i should have lived it up considering it could have been my last night as teh daughter of Pilsoo and Rebecca Kim, and former resident at 1** arden, but my parent's harsh threats were starting to get to me. I danced for a bit, but soon after i sat around while lexi and matti hooked up with these two guys from san diego. unfortunately for me, these two fucking guys happened to bump into us again on our way into the car to go home. i was stuck
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update: August 28
Sorry i couldn't finish the blog. I will continue the story and finish it later. But a quick update on today. I saw James for the first time since we broke up August 21. Considering that I had made an effort to block him out of my life completely and not speak to him, it was pretty awkward to walk back into Anthony's living room from teh bathroom to see James sitting on the couch (matter of fact, he was in my seat too...bastard). I was shocked but i maintained composure and calmly said hello and then proceeded to the side of the cough farthest away from him, with christopher as a buffer between the two of us. strange. i cant believe how different the atmosphere felt tonight compared to during the past when James and I had always been together in the same room--never expecting that it would come to this situation where we cant even stay in teh same room without feeling awkward or distant. I used to enjoy his company. hm, now i feel like he's just a stranger.
YOu know that intimate feeling you have with your friends when you guys are together? A feeling where you know how they are; what they are thinking; what they act like behind and outisde the covers; what bothers them; what they enjoy; and a certain mutual acknowledgement that you two know each other personally...It is most definately a feeling different from what you share when you are with a room full of strangers. With strangers, you stare at them blankly, exchange empty smiles, and speak only about superficial matters--matters that you cannot connect into each others personal lives--because you don't know theirs, nor they know yours. I no longer feel that "comfort and intimacy" feeling with him when we share each others presence in a room. Break-ups are fascinating.
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