Crazy weekend. Wasn't home much. I wasn't even home to sleep; I spent both nights at The Boy's. Was supposed to be playing Dungeons and Dragons (yum, nerddom) but I'd be passing out at the table and yeah, it wasn't pretty.

Let's see, Friday I went to Lambda ... alone. Most of the group canceled on me just out of not wanting to go, and then one "forgot". For the record, it's a social turn off to me (pet peeve, maybe?) when people forget about plans or don't call to confirm that they're done with. Once or twice I can handle but when it seems to be a personality trait for someone to be so out of sight out of mind, urgh. But, I've known the girl since we were knee high, and she's also practically my boy's sister, so meh.

Then Saturday I went up to Elk Grove with Jonelle to see a friend of mine I haven't seen in ages cos his mom borders on some sort of psychosis. No joke; I think I've gotten into it before how plans involving him are okay until like an hour before he's about to leave. But anyway, since
we were only gonna be five minutes away from his house it was okay or some shit like that. I told him I wasn't gonna make that trip anymore though, that actually getting to what was basically his house was way too fucking easy and that I expect him to make the effort from now on. Seems irrational, but he didn't know he had a bus stop practically right at his front door until three days ago or something, and that's just lazy. Breaking him out from under his mother's steel cage of death wing will be good for him.

Now, something to explain to non-Sacramentans: the weather here is bullshit. Beautiful, warm, sunny, cloud free one day; raining so bad the Virgin Mary cries the next; beautiful, warm, and sunny the next. At total-fucking-random. It's because we're so affected by the weather in the Sierra Mountains ... nine times out of ten, if it's snowing there, we can tell because it's fucking cold and miserable here. So basically, I got rained on all fucking day yesterday. I'm surprised I don't have the sniffle-y cold fever of death right now.

I'm ready for a nap but I should do some homework instead. Maybe I'll set an alarm and only nap for like a half hour or something ... yeah, that sounds like a plan.

Pain Pill Insomnia: Where you come home at ten PM stumbling like a drunk you're so barely able to stay awake only to sleep choppily and then just plain give up after two and a half hours, waiting until the next wave of passing out comes.

Attention Jitters: Where you become very chattery and bouncy because you performed something for people and didn't get mushy fruits thrown at you in exchange.

Lawyers and Doctors: The folks my parents are going to see before a marriage counselor, much to the confusion of my sister, who wants them just to be happy. One responds, "well, he probably has cancer and a weak liver, and if it kills him we lose everything, so ... trying to save something so doomed can come later." Actually, one's thoughts on the topic aren't that bitter, but I have a better understanding on my parents' logic than her, I suppose.

Okay, enough of that format, it bores me. So I left the house last night to go to Lambda and it was ... off. My friend Kalee and I ended up at the station about a half hour before the other four, and getting Downtown so late threw off my mental clock, and I have no phone clock since I still have the cracked screen, and yeah. Then there was way more shit talking than I like sitting around for, mostly because I don't like shit talking at all, and because I have no chemicals in my system for stress, all to pain, I was a bitch and walking far away from everyone for the entire time of the smack-talk conversation. Actually, I wish I had the sense to do things that way more often. Only the stress from being so pissed made my jaw pain worse, and when we got to the station to get to Lambda I whined like a little girl and nearly sobbed.

You know, I'm starting to realize something: I have a friend of mine who used to be best friends with Jonelle, and then her boyfriend said Jonelle tried to pick up on him and say she was way prettier than her and etc. So now, as a defense for being hurt, she says shit about Jonelle. Also, she thinks that Jonelle talks all this shit about her. But I'm realizing ... Jo doesn't. Her friends do. Jo's sad because she says it didn't happen and that the guy lied, which secretly I'd believe cos I have little faith in guys and their abilities to keep out of their girl's friendships (oddly, the only one I've seen be any good at it is mine, who actually goes out of his way to insist I keep my friendships working, even when they seem a couple breaths away from death).

A couple friends were there though when my friend's mom attacked Jonelle (something I've heard from several people that makes me gasp every time) and it went from "oh, yeah, her, whatever, she seems cool enough" to "you know what, you're a bitch and your mom's a whore." (For the record, that made me go from gasping to yelling at him for saying something so ignorant and obnoxious, that only became minimally understandable when I realized she got involved despite being not really related in the drama).

I don't know, it's just making me sad thinking that maybe this friendship that once worked really well wouldn't have ended if they just talked it out between each other when it first happened instead of letting it get run through the rumor mill a few times.

Back to my night though (yeah, pardon the rant), Lambda itself was actually pretty awesome though. The last Friday of every month is Youth Slam, where people perform karaoke, poems, skits, whatever they wanna do. So I brought a story I wrote for school awhile ago, and it was really well received and this made me happy. So I'm trying to get Kalee [or anybody, really] to agree to do a skit with me next time. I'm very odd in that I have trouble conversing with groups of people, but I have little to no problem with being in front of people and doing whatever. Maybe that's why I like blogging?

Anyway, I'm gonna go play some sort of Tower Defense game until I conk out.

Tonight was a good night. I met some folks, got a name to drop to get into a 21 and up gay bar, laughed until I peed myself, drank a little bit of alkeyhawl, played Condom Balloon Volleyball in public, and wrote about this blog in a couple bathrooms and train stops. However, Taekwondo kicked my mother fucking ass last night and so I've had trouble doing simple things such as walking all day. But that just made for good conversation starter, so yay!

I'm gonna try to go back downtown tomorrow though. Get the boy to come along. All we do is I go over to his house, maybe he comes over to my house. And I love his company and I know that should be enough, but I just wanna change it up a little. One fun outside-of-the-norm thing should really satisfy me for a few weeks, so yeah. I also need to pick up me birth control. Damn babies!

Oh, a sign in a bathroom taught me a valuable lesson and I'm going to pass it on to you kind folks tonight and then get some stuff done before bed: Don't Put Babies in Mr. Toilet Because Babies Don't Belong in Mr. Toilet.

Bladder infections suck.

That's kind of jumping the gun a little in discussing my weekend thus far. Um, Friday I went down to Lambda with my friend Jonelle. It was gonna be a large group of us, but then some of us got sick and my boyfriend decided to play D&D like the nerd he is and meh. But it worked out anyway, cos she tends to be crazy and so we both get crazy and they'd all be like "OMG BEHAVE YOU LOSERS!"

We had fun: we snuck into a fenced off playground park thing, made asses of ourselves on the train, and some gay guys tried to get us to stay downtown and get drunk with them, but I had to be the voice of responsibility and go "we have to leave now or else we're stranded. And being stranded is no fun."

Once we got back in Rancho, she went home and I went over to the boy's for D&D. Stayed until about halfway through yesterday, when suddenly I was peeing out shards of glass. Metaphorically, anyway. So I went home and cried like a baby over my painful and gnarly infected vag. God do I love that term. But I am feeling a hundred times better today, so yay!

Now today, there's some sort of chance I'm gonna drag the boy out to Chai Poodle [Chipotle] to meet my friend Sam before she moves away to Okiehoma like a loser. I think it's gonna be her, her sister and her fiancee, and possibly our friend Robin. There's one problem with this plan though ... and that is, I don't know which Chai Poodle we're going to. Whoops.

And now I go to bathe.