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<< 28 June 2002 || 15:16 >>

10 minutes fast

I promised you a meaty update. Here goes.

I have been hanging out with friends like mad since i've been back from school. I've been here for a month now, and there's always something going on.

I'm a vegetarian.

The first couple weeks back were pretty lame, but I DID hang out with Dyana all the time practically. We applied for jobs and drove around listening to Billy Idol and just basically being cool. She invited me to go camping, and on that camping trip we were pretend lesbian lovers so that fourteen-year old convicts would stop hitting on us. They bragged about how they've been arrested and that they "burn down retarded fag's houses". They were charming to say the least. Dyana and I spoke spanish practically the whole time, and her mom with her sippy bottle of boxwine thought we were hilarious. Everybody got a kick out of the "Life Partners" gag we pulled on the fourteen year olds. I put a garden burger on the grill one nite at dinner time and one of the semi-trashy rock and roller guys who were camping with us looked at it and said "what is that? a presto log?" I just whimpered, not being able to protest. Damn vegetarians are really passive. Eff me.

Jessica listens to techno now, so we had a couple Linsay Car Dance Parties. I dance in the car. Woo.

I haven't been on any wanders with Jeff lately. we're going to watch Kung Fu one of these days before I leave for California.

He's gotten kinda wonky anyway.

So Jessica's parents went out of town last weekend. Saturday we planned a drinkfest. So I pick up Austin and a bottle of Absolut Currant from his house, and we go to the grocery store to get juice to go with the vodka. He bought me a neon pink playball (which I haven't seen since Saturday), and we went to Starbucks for coffee after the grocery store. He paid. Then we bought cloves and drove to Beaverton to play at the wierd Fred Meyer over there. The taste of Beaverton concert thing was going on in the parking lot next to the store, and Kool and the Gang were playing (or maybe it was somebody else, but it sure was funky!) so we listened for a little while. It started getting late, so we went back to Austin's for a little bit, then off to Jessica's we drove. I had a shot of the Absolut Currant four Schmirnoff Ices, and after that I don't remember what I had, if I had anything. I was really wasted. I flashed everyone my boobs, made out with a girl, and played pool with Billy-Chris, not hitting any of the balls, or the cue, just mainly smacking the hell out of myself with the stick. He and I had a heart to heart, and nearly everyone at that party was telling me about how they think that Oliver likes me. They told me that sober, too, so I wonder. It made me think I should call that kid, seeing as how he still owes me going out for coffee from my break from school back in January.

Sunday nite we decided to get drunk again, though this time there were fewer people, I didn't get drunk, and we were at BillyChris' house. Elise and I watched Star Wars: Return of the Jedi until five am.

Since then, Leah has hatched a devious plan concerning my lovelife, I got a job (doing event services like ushering, security, alcohol monitoring, etc), and I stayed out at Corrie's last nite. Her parents were out of town, and she had the day off from work. We watched SLC Punk and got slurpees.

this makes no sense: http://mywebpage.netscape.com/PhallicCowLick/wp01_800x600.gif would someone like to explain it to me?

So on July 5th, there will be a full-on all-out badminton tournament in my backyard. Be there or be square. Or better said, be there or I'll kill you.

I'm going to see John Mayer in August.

I'm going to Disneyland on the seventh of July. You will all miss me, I just know it. Though that would be dumb, cause I hardly ever update, and so there's not much to miss anyway.

I miss the days when Oliver used to read my diary. It's funny when you know for sure certain people are reading you, and how your writing style changes when they read and when they don't. I think I wrote better when I knew he was reading.

I'm coming up with a new layout. Something else neon green.