I've finally come to the definate realization that I need to put the past behind me for a little while, stop letting it get me down and making me moody and move the fuck on. I need to take the next few years to explore the totally rad parts of myself and stop worrying about what people are gonna think. I've been WAY too concerned with that my whole life, and it's lame.
So, this past weekend was neato. Andy had been out here all week seeing me, Rachel, Aaron and California. He wanted to see San Francisco and Berekely, so we drove up Friday afternoon, stayed at the W Hotel in Newark...middle of nothing Silicon Valley. But, there was a special on the room (which was actually a suite) and the room was totally hot. It kinda reminded me of my parents' house. Saturday we drove to PCH 1 via windey California mountain roads (the best roads in the world) and stopped at a random place along the coast and hiked down to the beach. After getting back to the top, all covered in outsideness and sweat, we made our way to San Francisco. We went over the Golden Gate (ba-dooby-doo-bop-bah-da) and my breaks freaked out and caused a gross smell from being pratically vertical on a hill in Sausalito, so we headed on back to San Fran. After some Quiznos, we checked out SFMOMA. I don't know who would win in a fight between NYC MOMA and SF MOMA, I like them both.
After MOMA, we met up with Diana. "Who's this Diana character?" you are all not asking yourselves....Friendster has made e-stalking much easier (simply Googling people is so a thing of the past), and while wandering through Camp Harlam's friends, I came upon Diana. Camp Harlam doesn't drum up many good memories for me (which is probably part of the unintentional torturing I have put myself through during the past few years), but I knew that, at one point, Diana and I were friends, so i dropped a line. Thankfully, she is just as much of an e-stalker as I am and didn't think it freakish that I suddenly felt like getting in touch after 8494 years (and you all know how obssessed I am with keeping in touch with people). Long story short, hanging out Saturday night was awesome and I'm thankful for e-stalking. We both got to see how much cooler we've gotten since camp...and how well we've grown out of our awkward teenage years. Good times that I hope will continue.
Sunday, I visited one of my old managers from Tower San Jose at her new, gigantic "WOW" stomping grounds in San Mateo. She informed me of some sad news....Laura Branigan (of "Gloria" and "Self Control" fame) died of a brain aneurysm. Poor 80's icon. I got a new pair of headphones for the turntables. Not the best in the world, but much better than the little earpieces I have. I bought 3 records the other day (Al Green's Greatest Hits, Madonna - Who's That Girl Soundtrack and some Disco Hits compilation) and I look forward to lying on the floor in my room just listening to them.
After checking out of W heaven, Andy and I headed up to Berkeley to check the campus out and take a tour. We had the tooliest tour guide ever. His name was Nick and he was a Math major. Need I say more? While walking around campus, I got this nostalgic feeling and started thinking that I wanted to go back to school. Nasty.
On the way back to LA, it was decided that my car is officially hurting. The passenger door is out-of-order until I can get it fixed. The constant shaking at 70 mph is all-the-sudden annoying me (except when I was sleeping...the full-body massage definately helped). And some plastic barrier thing broke in front of my front passenger-side tire (it's now duct-taped to something under there as to avoid making noise). The Mirage needs to go to a Spa.
The Republican National Convention is this week....we'll see how long I can watch it for before throwing up all over my apartment.
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