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SynSynthetic's Journal
..i love your fucking soul.
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coffee.
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December 04, 2008, 02:34:pm
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My current emotional and physical state summarized in one word sentences.
uterus.
painful..
work.
closing..
harsh.
craaaamps.
death.
coffee?
pumpkin pie!
I know that the last has two words, but I'm standing by it.
I'm hella glad I went grocery shopping this week.
Oh god oh god oh god
my uterus.
I'm really looking forward to the hair appointment I have for next week.
Its at a place called Curl Up and Dye..
hehehe.
Right this moment, I wish I could.
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Santa, baby..
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December 02, 2008, 05:20:pm
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Grantlet came over last night ^.^
He showed up at my work, hung out till we closed, then we hopped the BART home and harassed Rhiannion until she agreed to come out with us. We ended up back on the BART to Powell street with the vague plan of ending up in North Beach somehow. We walked through Union Square with all of the Christmas lights and decorations up and I was indifferent until I saw the ice rink that was set up but closed when we saw it, and then I lamented how much I miss the snow and ice and ice skating and I told stories about previous Canadian experiences.. I miss Canada.
We walked through Chinatown after dark and Rhiannion and I sang Christmas carols until Grant pleaded with us to stop. He hates the Holidays.. boo on him. But, you know, his mother is insane.
So we ended up in North Beach around 11 and tried to find a place that was still open. We ended up at this really nice italian place that I had never tried before. It was great, half way through the meal this man walked in with a cat on his shoulder and sat down at the bar. That right there was entertainment enough for the night. The food was really good too.
After dinner we wandered back through the city to the BART station, half heartedly looking for drugs or a club or something else to do. Grant was really set on pot.. but we made it to the BART station uninterrupted. Sadly.
We.. Got off the train, walked to Safeway and bought wine and rum, arrived back home and drank some of each, watched The Fresh Prince of Belair, I fell asleep on the couch and Grant left around 3 to make it back to the BART station for the first train back into Berkeley.
I love that kid.
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If you could take all the love without giving any back..
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November 24, 2008, 01:59:am
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I'm officially registered for classes at the City College of San Francisco!
The courses I'll be taking in the spring are geared towards getting an associates degree in photography. I might later broaden my major to liberal arts with an emphasis in photography..
Anyway.
My birthday came and went.. It was a sort of 3 day fiasco that began on thursday night with the midnight premier of twilight. Twilight sucked so hard.. but Rhiannion went with me, and we're hecklers, so it was a fun night anyway. Afterwards we went to catch the bus home at 2:30 am and Rhiannion had me sit and wait while she gathered up all the strangers at the bus stop and made them sing happy birthday to me. One of them gave me milkduds.. it was sweet. Rhiannion is pretty rad when she wants to be.
Friday was my actual birthday so we went out to Buca di Beppos where Rhiannion waitresses now and me, Zoe and Mari had dinner and cake. We tried to wait until Rhiannion was off work so that we could all take a cab home together, but it turned out that she didn't get off at 12:30 as we thought, but rather after 1. Mari is usually in bed by 10 or so and Zoe and I had work at 8:30 the next morning so we ended up going home around 12 all cranky and in poor spirits.
Saturday I had work, then I came home and ate mcdonalds, then my dad called and I had to talk to him for 2 hours, and then my brother showed up with his canadian friend Bennet. Bennet has been Zed's friend since he was in grade 6 or so, so I vaguely remember him from when I was in grade 1 or 2. Since then I hear he's got a philosophy degree from the University of Ottawa and waits tables in an extremely upscale italian place.
I reminded Zed that my birthday had just passed, so he and Bennet took me and Zoe out to dinner. We ended up going to a place that Bennet found online with a good wine list. Apparently he has developed quite the expertise in such matters in his time at the fancy restaurant.. We got appetizers and drinks to start, entrees, a 60$ bottle of wine, 2 desserts and after dinner drinks, and the total came to $270. Officially the most expensive meal I've ever had. Though our waitress didn't i.d.. I got a white russian. ^.^
After dinner I called one of my coworkers to get the location of some good bars for my brother and Bennet to hit in San Francisco and we left them at the BART station.
I got home around 11 and fell asleep watching The Little Mermaid: Ariel's beginning.. and was then woken up around 1 by a text from Zed asking if I still had that pot I had offered him the last time he was here. I did of course, I'm not a big smoker. They got home soon afterwards, around the same time Rhiannion got off work, and they all smoked a little while Bennet threw up from what could have been any combination of rum, scotch, beer, wine, a couple of martinis and several more beers or the fish that he had at dinner. Who knows.
This morning we went out to ihop with Zed and Bennet and then dragged them along to the Pier so that I could see sea lions and Bennet could see some of the touristy bits of San Francisco before they took off for their coastal road trip. They should be in Santa Cruz now, either that or Monterey. I wish I could go on a coastal road trip.. again. Instead I'm heading home for Thanksgiving, and then coming back the day after. It should be a busy week.
Thats all for now.
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Diet 7-up
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November 18, 2008, 10:27:pm
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I was in the back room muttering to myself as I rummaged through my bag looking for my calendar so that I could work out my work schedule with my assessment test, orientation, and counselor appointment and the cute but stupid kid I work with says "So you have school tomorrow?" and I stopped, and thought, and said "Yes. I have school for the first time in almost 2 years."
And then the anxiety started.
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Symptoms:
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November 16, 2008, 03:15:am
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Nausea
Dizziness
Fatigue
Diagnosis:
Death.
Treatment options:
Sleep.
Return on a train to San Francisco in the afternoon in order to attend work tomorrow.
I'm confused. I miss being alone.
People can't hurt you when you're not there.
[you can't hurt people either]
I wish I weren't such a destructive force.
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