i left for dylan's house at 1:30 on saturday, luckily for me i got to the bus stop at 1:33 and the bus came at exactly 1:35. i've got some timing, i think.
so i get there, and we chill.
while trying to navigate (and not break) on his imac, we exchange words like we always do. only, we don't have to whisper because no ones around. i adore that, like you have no clue. he changes and i'm still on this machine. i recall notes i've heard before and try to mesh them together on that keyboard of his but nothing musically ever works for me. and i play his old, black guitar because that's my favorite one and i sit and stare at his new one.
goddamn dylan, haha.
so he packs up, and we're ready to go. instead of hiking to the lightrail with him carrying his guitar like jesus carried his cross we get a ride to the mall. (don't you think jesus wishes he was able to do that? haha.) instead of sitting in traffic, dylan's dad pulls out the road rage and takes all the back roads possible and we get there. in 15 minutes. huzzah.
so we bustle around, waiting for people. as soon as people come, i leave, to find my mother a gift. more people come, we seperate. i go on my own way, i'm keen to do this and get it done. i'm now in a card store, holding an angel in my hand, and. rob comes. oh rob. haha.
he finds a card, we stand in line. we buy what we came to buy.
we hustle to journey's and get a pair of white van's. rob makes the call on a size 9, and boy, he's good.
we meet dylan and all at once, in the natural food restaurant place, we're reunited. for the majority. i eat a panini, wishing i had got chowder
(rob, why do you have that knife and fork if you have a bag of chips?
teeheehee panini!
LOL)
so it could've been chowder and panini. upon hearing this venue is getting packed we pick up our food and trek over there.
only. it's not packed. we lounge around, more people come.
they're running so fucking late, no one's here.
me and rob leave, to catch site of the ice skating rink. quick stop at duane reade.
the rink is too small, although the ice looks fresh and. solid. there's one worker skating with just a wife beater and khaki's on.
yeah, i could never do that.
we sit there and watch, all until the Zamboni comes out, and then we stand and admire it in work.
we leave.
we work our way to the mall, where we head to the food court.
rob saves me from akward conversation. (THANK YOU)
run into brian, buying cookies.
taco bell, here i come!
rob calls it, "ok, if you win rockpaperscissors, i eat part. if i win, then i don't."
of course i call it, and i win.
so he eats. and he doesn't combust.
i'm blessed, i'm telling you.
we head to claire's, and we scavenge. we find keychains we like, but we end up ditching them.
forever 21. rob buys a chain, for his best, and then we leave.
enter the whole last post about the filigree fish.
we go to aeropostale, and then back to the natural foods place for yogurt.
we almost rush back to catch dylan's set, and it doesn't happen.
although we catch 3 other sets, 2 of which are adorable.
"so i heard you like chocolate/and like to trick or treat/ this is why i made this song so/sweet" bahaha, cute.
and there was.
"so if you come back to my place/we can have a one night stand/but if you're not into that/more like a one night/sit...we can sit and play halo 3/ sit around and have some tea/i promise to you that it will be/hot"
and the echo-ing he used was sooo adorable, teehee, that was cj?
and then the sean agular guy (ah, i doubt i spelled that right.) his voice was just, on point. finally, dylan went!
and, i'm proud to say helloimdylan. did very very good. i'm proud.
we stayed around until jay legaspi came, and i'm happy!
his cover of 'such great heights' was fantastic, and of course everyone wants to hear 'highschool' so we did.
went to kim's, all piled up in the car. i was the first to get dropped off, but i'm not complaining.
it was good.
good as hell.

sunday i went to church and then came home and did nothing.
i contemplated the fact that i'm probably just a one day thing.
i can deal.

today.
i made plans.
i'm probably going to get drunk on weds. and then head out for a date of some sorts and head back to riana's on thurs.
i'm pretty excited, i guess.
getting drunk and all.

tomorrow is christmas, but i'm not really excited for that.
who knows. we'll see.

i've been thinking a lot.
in church, i was thinking about how extraordinary this being is because he created a job out of his imagination.
oh, and the fact that he probably more than likely enjoys his free porn.
if you catch my drift.
i shouldn't say that all, it's blasphemy. haha.
and besides, the sermon that i had to sit through seemed so inncorrect, but its probably just because i was high, or fucking blazed, because thats how it felt.
thursday during 7th period i drank about half of a small bottle of absolut mixed with snapple and friday, i had 2 brownies with weed in them, and 2 brownies with rum in them.
to be honest, i didn't feel anything at first, but after felt good as fuck.
it was probably the best sleep i've gotten, too.
when i get older or even now and i bother to tell people these stories they probably think i'm weird as fuck, all, "why don't you just smoke the weed, or drink the absolut?"
well, i'm not sure. this all just seems too exciting, haha.

i've been watching les miz things over and over again. i keep recalling the feeling of love.
although i'm not sure if i've ever felt it before.