hiya. when's the last time i posted? blogger was acting a fool before, but i think they're healed now. check my myspace. new pictures of when michael & i viewed Hyde Park homes in Vallejo (in typing out "homes", i first typed "hoes" and realized how wrong that really is in this context). My default pic is of me in a bomb ass walk in closet with drawers for sunglasses and his is of him sitting in a USF-y leather chair watching the Home Depot in Vallejo. Tres interessant.
Irving street with Michael on Thursday, to get earrings & eat @ Crepevine. Later on, club was oddles of funn. Michael's first time! It was entertaining people watching, to say the least, and it wasnt even to clown on other people... well actually a little bit on that. It's just amusing to see people out of their element. Me trying to do anything organized sport athletic or scientific-y, hilarious. But yeah, funn times at jon & lucas palooza 2k5 @ blue cube. such a better place than city nights.
Friday went to go see Michael's new house, & then viewed Hyde Park bomb ass homes. Gave a dollar to the homeless to get the good karma of good boba before getting shipped off on BART to go to Fremont. Met up with my sister, went around Barnes & Noble, half-resisting her bad influence to buy books, & then going to Joel Osteen that night. find peace with yourself and dont let the enemy take your joy!
Saturday morning was the treasurer of the garage sale @ Nik & Jim's house. Good salad. Came away with two "club tops" and six dresses, & a broken Coach purse. Holler. Took Bart back to San Francisco, had a crappy bus ride, super tired by the end of that night. Michael came & got a great calzone and it was all shits and giggles from there...
Two things due tomorrow. Must figure what to do with my life tomorrow afternoon after classes. Advising for registration Tuesday. Short paper on the prison industrial complex due on Thursday. Mom's birthday on Friday. 12pages on the International Criminal Court due next Tuesday.
and I'm pmsing. i want to eat everything. EVERYTHING. with a bottle of Vitamin water to wash it all down. YES i keep mentioning it. it's THAT good.
i dont have my charger. dont call me. or if you must, call the dorm phone... 415-422- askmewhat the last four digits are.
would you believe michel foucault, author of punish & discipline, mixes with backstreet boys? how did i fall in love with you, indeed!
ps... michael... it's weird how good and bad things can be with us... but i think it's kind of a good ironic. you're good people. i know im blessed to have you in my life in this capacity. God does have plans with us, and I dont think we've found out why yet... I'm willing to do whatever it takes to find out tho, if you are. Love you.
r.i.p. pope john paul II. im grateful that he recognized the influence and power he had and used it to better the world by promoting tolerance and faithfulness.
Irving street with Michael on Thursday, to get earrings & eat @ Crepevine. Later on, club was oddles of funn. Michael's first time! It was entertaining people watching, to say the least, and it wasnt even to clown on other people... well actually a little bit on that. It's just amusing to see people out of their element. Me trying to do anything organized sport athletic or scientific-y, hilarious. But yeah, funn times at jon & lucas palooza 2k5 @ blue cube. such a better place than city nights.
Friday went to go see Michael's new house, & then viewed Hyde Park bomb ass homes. Gave a dollar to the homeless to get the good karma of good boba before getting shipped off on BART to go to Fremont. Met up with my sister, went around Barnes & Noble, half-resisting her bad influence to buy books, & then going to Joel Osteen that night. find peace with yourself and dont let the enemy take your joy!
Saturday morning was the treasurer of the garage sale @ Nik & Jim's house. Good salad. Came away with two "club tops" and six dresses, & a broken Coach purse. Holler. Took Bart back to San Francisco, had a crappy bus ride, super tired by the end of that night. Michael came & got a great calzone and it was all shits and giggles from there...
Two things due tomorrow. Must figure what to do with my life tomorrow afternoon after classes. Advising for registration Tuesday. Short paper on the prison industrial complex due on Thursday. Mom's birthday on Friday. 12pages on the International Criminal Court due next Tuesday.
and I'm pmsing. i want to eat everything. EVERYTHING. with a bottle of Vitamin water to wash it all down. YES i keep mentioning it. it's THAT good.
i dont have my charger. dont call me. or if you must, call the dorm phone... 415-422- askmewhat the last four digits are.
would you believe michel foucault, author of punish & discipline, mixes with backstreet boys? how did i fall in love with you, indeed!
ps... michael... it's weird how good and bad things can be with us... but i think it's kind of a good ironic. you're good people. i know im blessed to have you in my life in this capacity. God does have plans with us, and I dont think we've found out why yet... I'm willing to do whatever it takes to find out tho, if you are. Love you.
r.i.p. pope john paul II. im grateful that he recognized the influence and power he had and used it to better the world by promoting tolerance and faithfulness.
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