mood: superfluousmusic: 'roads' by portishead

another blurry weekend.

on saturday we moved the band into sergio's garage and played with the door open. soon enough, we started attracting the neighbors and passers-by, which tends to make me uneasy. i don't know why. anyway, it was a fun time for us, and one of jessica's friends threw a bra at me. body by victoria. ritzy stuff.

still, i felt unfulfilled, so i texted nikki looking for redemption. she was getting boba in west l.a. so i drove over without knowing exactly where the place was and ultimately getting lost and wandering through dark alleys in the process. eventually i found them, though, and sat with them there for a while. i was probably a little too quiet for their comfort. then again, they can carry on a conversation pretty well amongst themselves without so much as batting an eyelash towards me. so i listened and chimed in whenever it seemed relevant.

then we went to habibi cafe in westwood village to meet up with people, some random, some not-so-random . ultra-posh college hooka hangout. i think they thought i hated every moment i spent with them, but it not true. when you think of me, do you picture clubbing in west l.a.? habibi cafe isn't a cafe. it's a nightclub that serves coffee. for god's sake, at one point three girls were bellydancing on the counter to near-east rhythms booming at 10 decibels too loud. the club scene is not mine at all. i learned this the hard way in europe and at loyola dances.

friday was andrea's birthday so we planned to see the rocky horror picture show on saturday at midnight at the nuart. i didn't know i was going until 11:10 that night, but things went smoothly. i was discontented for no reason during the show. just like i was discontented for no reason before the show.

i got home at 4 and went to bed at 5. christian came to pick me up at 10:30 because we had planned on thursday night to go to san diego because his girlfriend samantha goes to usd. so we trekked south along the massive west coast towards mexico. at one point we blasted mohammed rafi's 'jaan pehechaan ho' to create a perfect road trip moment, complete with triple-digit speeds, seat dancing, and gleeful laughter.

we got lost in camp pendleton and trapped in nigh-frozen gridlock, but made it to sunny san diego soon enough. i went to san diego when i was five to go to sea world and i was fine. last month i went again for a billy corgan concert and i was fine. but stepping onto university of san diego soil i stuck out like shaq in japan. flip-flops, surfboards, hollister, tans, so-cal twangs. the aber-zombies walked around, each perfectly toned and tanned.

christian and i stayed (rebelliously so) in sam's room with her roommate emily. we were the only two guys in an all girl building. and christian brought booze. how illegal is that? everyone went to bed at 2 after our game of drunken uno, so i just went outside and stumbled around for a while. the raccoons in san diego are surprisingly big and abundant. and fun to look at when you're drunk.

the next morning sam and i had hangovers that were indirectly proportional to the amount of food in our stomachs. i went to the atm to pay for my meal and the machine spewed out a 20 and my balance on a receipt.

hold a quarter in your hand. do you feel rich?

i would.

my balance is currently $0.23.

now i'm moping again for no particular reason to portishead's 'roads' and i hope to feel better soon.

---Goei---