don't ya hate it when that happens?
Sunday, February 09, 2003
friday, saturday, sunday
friday ray's band stereotype played at the brew co. and i hung out with an old friend, vanessa!
saturday i woke up late, went to whole foods with minh to get clementines (get the ones at ralphs, although they cost a bit more, they're sooo much better) and they were still celebrating their grand opening week or something.... they had a local restaurant that was giving out samples of dungeness crab cakes... mmmmmm they were sooo good! then went to fry's and got memory, more gigs of hard drive, and bizet's carmen dvd (YAYYYYY!) been dying to get it for two years since i took that romantic opera class with val and lowell sooo very long ago. i couldn't find it cheaper anywhere else online. then off to whole foods (again) with jackie because she wanted me to see the nick carter look alike, but this guy was a lot better looking. i don't even think nick carter's cute. she didn't have the guts to approach him so we bought some stuff and proceeded to lauren, emily, and maxine's flamenco performance which was great, but very, very long. i was planning to sleep, but a few tasks kept me busy. then an old friend im'd me and since i don't talk to him often i decided to chat.... which turned into an all night sort of thing, mulholland drive and slow dancing... i longed for him so bad, but i knew that there was no immediate future for us... so sad... confusing, really... but at least i know how he feels about me... which helps me through it, and i know what i'm getting into... just spending time with someone i care deeply for and letting the sun do his dance... until that day.... don't want to feel like i need him, just want to feel like i choose him above the rest...
sunday i slept most of the day... some sort of cold/ allergy was haunting me... draining. i finally rolled out of bed at 5pm and ate dinner at Mr Noodle by myself. the premiere of daredevil was going on in westwood... then off to church where i had a hard time breathing... i wish i knew what it was... hyperventilating.. panic makes if worse... i remember being this way as a kid... i think i get it from my dad.... i didn't know other people felt this way also because no one really talked about it.. ...
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