| Current mood: |  contemplative |
| Current music: | "Jude Law And A Semester Abroad", Brand New |
"And all this empty space that you create does nothing for my flawless sense of style."
I'm getting my voice back, slowly but surely. I can almost sing normally.
Anyway, Saturday was awesome. I finally got to meet David in person, at his fun birthday party. He has really cool friends; Tim, Fernando, Jane, Sharon, Alicia (spelling?), Andi, Sean, the other guy (I think his name was Steven), Mary, and, of course... April, Elizabeth ("Lizzy" or Elizabeth Blumenfeld), and Sam (Sam Smith, from RMS).
It was really funny because when I got there and talked to this, this guy about my height with shaggy brown hair and black clothes passed by me, and I asked Lizzy if she knew anyone and she pointed out the guy and said, "That's Sam... you know, Sam Smith." Sam came over and asked Lizzy who I was, and then we both freaked out happily at the reuniting and hugged like crazy.
Tim, David, Fern (that's what I started calling Fernando), Mary, and Sam were all really good at DDR. Man, I suck at DDR. Haha, hooray for Light/Standard players.
I drew a picture of Mana (from one of his favorite J-rock bands, Malice Mizer) and made it into a card for David, and I think he liked it. ^^ He didn't get that many real gifts, but he got wads of money from everyone. Heehee, money. >XD
We (as in Lizzy, Sam, and me mostly traveling together) watched David play his bass guitar. He's really good.
Fern was hot, and I was talking to him, and Lizzy and Sam were sitting next to me, and I blurted out, "You're a really hot white Mexican... I mean a hot Mexican... I mean a white Mexican!! Darn it!!" I was cracking up and put my head in my lap while shaking with laughter. Lizzy and Sam were laughing at me too. Ah, good times.
David throws good parties. He also has cool friends (although I think I already mentioned that). I'm thinking of throwing a DDR party over the summer or sometime sooner or later and inviting David, April, Sam, Lizzy, and maybe other people I met at David's party, along with my other friends.
I was really tired after the party, so unfortunately, I didn't stay up for SNL. Oh, well.
Sunday was a little less eventful in the fun sense, but still not bad. It was the tenth anniversary of our first coming to Central, so my parents and I went to the early service, just like old times, before EPIC service started. After church, I slept for a while, watched the Austin Powers movies on TV, and then Mom-mom, Pop-pop, Nana, Grandfather, Alison, Bob, Emma, and Hannah came over for a Father's Day/Pop-pop's Birthday/Hannah's Birthday dinner. After Alison, Bob, Emma, and Hannah left, I IMed Sam a bit, then snuck back to my parent's bedroom to watch Zoolander on TV at eight o'clock.
Today was my first day working at Friends Camp this year. There are only three kids, Jasper, Sumner, and Tom, in my Microworlds group, plus Katie the instructor and Dan the CIT. However, Pedro and Erica's group, Tech Camp, joins our group for most activities. They have four kids; Yasmin, Cheyenne, Kanika, and Jack. The program of Microworlds itself is not that interesting after a while, but I really like the kids.
After camp, I had to stay until five o'clock. Or so I thought. But Murray offered me a ride. I called Mom, and convinced her that it would be okay, so she let me. Murray and I got in his ghetto red car (I can't even remember the make of the car) and cruised on home the long way, with loud music from Murray's IPod or whatever the heck that thing was.
It was pretty cool, especially since I hadn't really had a decent conversation with him, except on IM, for almost two years.
When he parked the car in the driveway, I asked him if I could hug him. He okayed it, so we hugged. I told him as I got out of the car that I had missed him. He said he had missed me too. I thanked him again for the ride, and he drove away.
Funny how during the past two years, I've really only had two guys seriously on my mind. I mean, of course there were little two minute crushes or whatever all over. But Murray and DJ are the only ones I've thought of seriously over these two years. It's like one guy per year. Except not, because it's kind of been both at sometimes, and sometimes just one or the other (mostly Murray before I met DJ, and DJ after I met him). Oy, what am I writing about?! I'm making no sense. I give up. I need sleep. After all, I am working again tomorrow.
Still no word on my backpack or the missing CDs. I'm wondering if I should call the police... I almost wrote "on a lighter note" before "still no word on my backpack or the missing CDs". Then I thought about it, and realized that it wasn't exactly a lighter note. Music is a big part of my heart and my soul. It sounds corny, but it's true. And since about a third or so of my CD collection (along with my backpack) was stolen (crap... not just the money value bothers me but also the memories, especially with the mix CD from Parisa in there...), then quite a bit of my soul was stolen too. Hmm. Can I tell the police to find the person who stole part of my soul? That would be interesting. "Uh, excuse me, Officer, we are missing part of a soul..."
Okay, I stopped making sense at least two paragraphs ago. And I itch randomly, but especially on my leg, where that bug bite is, on the calf. So, yeah, I think I'll stop writing? Sounds like a plan.
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