My weekend.

[awesomesprout]

So here's the fun stuff...



Friday:

So yah. Went to work and like somehow got talked into going to " In bed with fairy butch " by Jenna.

Freaking lesbians and their mind controlling devices.

So yah. It was interesting. Chick strippers, dancing, gettin all hot n sweaty with hot chicks.

Mainly it keep my mind off Loren and the impending " decision " for a few hours.

Got home at 4am and passed out.


Saturday:

Woke up and got ready.

Went and picked up Ron and came back in time to meet Caelie and to get the truck.

Got the truck and HAULED ASS to Castro Valley.

We had one hour to move my stuff out of storage and into the truck.

My friend Jason showed up just as we were finishing and followed us to Antioch and help us to super quickly unload the truck into the garage.

Missy got home and we ate and then hauled ass to Margaret Cho.

Margaret Cho was hilarious. She did this bit about Bjork that had me dyin...

Got home. Returned the truck and Slept.



Sunday:

Woke up.

Got ready.

Drove the van with Dave and Missy's brother, Brandon, over to the apartment.

Called Loren to determine the plan of action for meeting him.

Come to find out he can't figure out how to drive the car at all and that I now have to drive ALL the way to So. Cal.

Fuck.

So I tell him that if I have to go out of my way to go all the way to so.cal we are now doing it by my terms.

I tell him I'm leaving at 2pm to get there at 7pm or so. And that way we get home at decent hour.

So I couldn't move anything in my apartment because I didn't have time. Also my stomach started hurting REALLY badly the night before and I couldn't figure out why. Loren tells me that he's going to help me move this saturday because he feels like a total asshole for making me do so much and missing my move.

So I leave at 2pm with a big bottle of water and some pringles. I hadn't eaten anything that day yet.

So I drive.

And drive.

Annnnnnnd drive.

I get to Santa Maria only to find out that Loren is in Ventura. So I have to drive another hour to meet up with him in the Santa Barbara Area.

I get there.

Hypoglycemic. Almost to the point of passing out from not eating. Have to use the bathroom. Have a headache. On my last few drops of gas. In an unfamiliar area. And just generally frustrated.

I broke down. I just cried and cried.

Loren gave me a big hug and told me he was so sorry for putting me through this.

I told him I didn't care and that I needed to eat and pee or I was going to pass out.

So we got food and he told me the decision.

He's decided that he's not going to wait for her. That it's too long. He wants his space right now so he's not going to be exclusive with anyone right now for at least a month. ( meaning in a month we're gonna start discussing a relationship ) So basically. We're staying what we've been.

It was a HUGE relief. I was in a much better mood after that.

But now I'm presented with a new worry.

The first week of August he's going to Europe to see her.

What if he changes his mind? Fuck.

So yah. I'll know in a month I suppose.

Anything can happen at this point.

So we finish eating and gear up to get back on the road.

My stomach is still killing me. It's like this off and on pain. I think I ate something bad earlier in the weekend or something.

We head out.

We drive for about 2 hours and decide to get a hotel.

I only killed the car like... 3 or 4 times over the course of the trip. I'm so proud of my stick driving abilities :)

I'm even getting better on hills...

So yah.. we get up and get back on the road again.

Stomach still killing me.

We finally make it back to berkeley so he can go to work.

We drop his car off and I go home and do laundry and chill out.

Stomach. Still. Hurts.

I go and meet him after work to take the car to Daly City.

Killed the car a few more times due to traffic.

Stupid old ass tempermental hondas.... :: grumble ::

The lady at the toll plaza was like.. " uhm.. is there something wrong with your car? " I was like " No. I'm new at driving a stick. " She was like " Oh. "

So yah.

Came home after hanging out at his place for a bit.

Slept.

Woke up.

Called in sick to work.

Stomach still hurting.

I talked to my grandma about it yesterday. She said she had it too for some reason a couple weeks ago and that it lasted for about a week.

Ug.

So today is a day of finishing laundry, improv, resting, and sleeping.

Loren said he should be ready to start hanging out again on thursday or so.. which is cool...

And that ladies n gentlemen. Is my weekend.



THANK YOU TO RON, CAELIE, MISSY, DAVE, and JASON!!!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISSY!!