It's Saturday and there is nothing to do but download songs and catch up on my LJ reading, seeing as I have been out of the commission for the better half of the week.
The three people I normally kick it with on the weekend are out. They are as follows:
Anne - Lowell's prom, where she will run into not only Bailey and Vanessa, but I'm sure a lot of other old Presidio kids that neither of us have seen in ages. (And she better fill me in on the details of the night.)
Jen - Home talking to her loverly about things I don't think I have the right to disclose. (Yesterday, in a sprint of inspiration, we painted her three-legged, triangle nightstand pink with streaks of white, red, and crimson and black dots on the two front legs. It's cute and is a splash of color.)
Greg - I'm not sure, but I haven't been seeing/hearing from him much lately, since May 1st when we decided things would work out better if we weren't seeing each other. Long story, sad story, a story that makes me ache in places I didn't know could hurt.
Yes, I only have a handful of good friends that I like to spend my time with.
I have found that if I lean back in the computer chair and cross my ankles with my feet resting by the lamp on the computer desk, placing the keyboard in my lap, I can type in a more comfortable position. Rock on. I discovered my ability to do this Thursday night while working on my econ project when I wanted to find a position more comfortable than hunching over the desk. Sometimes working into the night hatches new ideas.
David told me on Thrusday that I might not be getting a laptop until the end of the year, which is okay with me. I'll just have to live in the computer labs until then. But I was hoping to get it for the start of school.
In July, I'll be flying to San Antonio to see my brother Brian for the Fouth of July weekend. It'll be fun; I get to meet his battle pals, see Texas, and, most importantly, hang out with three of my four brothers, the three that I'm closest to: David, Brian, and Simon (Jimmy's a whole different story). I'll be more excited after I graduate.
The weather for the past few days have been absolute crap-ass. It was nicer at the beginning of the week, but it being approaching summer in San Francisco, of course that kind of weather won't last long. The mist died down but it's still windy as all hell. The weather either matches my mood or is causing my moods. I can't seem to decide which it is.
And I finally finished my pack of clove cigarettes. It took me two weeks.