More tales of Boy and Girl on a sunday...
But before I begin, let me mention this: it's raining!!! Dammmmmmmmmmmit. It's power-failure weather.
I still haven't found my siamese dream cd yet.
Oh yeah, I think my lovely guestbook violator-anti-kristin, Sex MachineERROR MSG has come back. I wrote below his/her entry.
Now onward to the story.
Girl and Boy spent the whole day together. The plan was wine tasting with a couple of his friends at the Napa wineries.
Boy picked up Girl at her house again at around 11 am and he brought her yet another surprise. No, not flowers again, but a small sized box of Godiva chocolates. Girl thinks to herself "he is so wooing me!!". She appreciates the candy and everything else but she doesn't feel like she needs this kind of sweet sweet treatment. Boy also included the card that was s'posed to come along with the flowers from Friday night. He wrote in it "Glad to see you again." Boy and Girl head on over to Napa, first for some lunch, then met up with 2 of Boy's friends. The 4 of them visited the Mondavi winery and took a wine-tasting tour. While riding in the car with Boy, he doesn't hesitate one second to hold Girl's hand while he drives. It's not her that takes his hand, it's Boy who does it. After the Napa adventure, Boy and Girl head back to the Bay Area, stopping along the Berkeley Marina for dinner and drinks at Skates. Throughout the day, Boy also doesn't hesitate to compliment Girl on various little things. Girl is flattered for such attention but also feels "whoa, this guy is really trying impress me." Nonetheless, Girl enjoys her day with Boy. They talk and talk and laugh and smile. Yes, BoyERROR MSG does smile a lot. In fact, she mentioned that to him.
Janurary 9 , 2001 + Tuesday + 12:40 pm
It's raining again.
I'm going to LA for this long weekend. It should feel nice to be away from up here for a little bit again.
It's been a good year so far. I'm taking things easy for now. I just feel so relaxed. Maybe it's because I just
had two luscious cups of milk tea because that is my daily ritual. Having someone new to kiss is so exciting,
especially if that's all you're doing. Good clean fun. I like that. Especially if that person loves to give hugs as well.
I saw that movie, The Family Man last night at the Kabuki. It was pretty interesting. Tea Leoni is beautiful.
He called me out last minute and asked if I wanted to go see that.
Right now, I'm still dressed in my comfy pjs consisting of a tank top and pj pants with little doggies dotted all over them and stained with brilliantly dark red permanent hair dye in huge amounts that seem to give the morbid idea that I've brutally slaughtered some poor, unsuspecting [or deserving!] victim with my bare hands or with a knife.
I think to myself: I'd love to become a photographer. On the side. There's this oldschool Nikon camera that still works like ERROR MSGa charm, but it just sits on my table collecting dust. I want to immerse myself in colors, contrast, lighting and all that sexy stuff. Yeeeeowza :) Monochromatic, too.
Janurary 10, 2001 + Wednesday + 3:48 pm
Thank goodness for long hot showers!
scribbled via pencil on a Neiman Marcus credit card payment receipt:
I don't really eat at McDonald's just because I know there's more better things out there in
Union Square and beyond but I'm low on $, Blondie's Pizza is renovating [ooh, it's getting BIGGER!! More room!!] and I
don't see any cheap Asian food unless I really really look but walking 7+ blocks in Financial District, battling
the wind and rain with my thankless excuse for an umbrella and thus looking like I've showered in full costume,
I was tired and starved. 3/4 a mug of luscious milk tea doesn't suffice my appetite before leaving the house to
catch Muni which was horribly delayed. I exceeded my 12 noon appointment...but turns out all is good.
Will Kristin be on the payroll again?
The people walking up and down Financial District look alike. Drones dressed in gray or black. I was one of them.
Many look anxious, many look confident ["yeah, I just landed that deal with the pharmecutical company before
lunch break, I'm one hot shit!"], and many huff and puff on their Marlboro lights in front of their buildings dreading heading back to the office, back into their 9 to 5 work cycles, and there I am with rain speckled glasses, rain-soggy shoes looking sorry and pathetic as I walk hurriedly over puddles, holding on to my umbrella because the wind is pissing me off and my sorry long hair that I wished was short so it wouldn't blow all over my wet face. But I'm dry now as I'm seated solo amid the hustle and bustle of late-lunch junk food MSG cravings, enjoying my Mr. Pibb cause we all know that Mickey D's does not serve Dr. Pepper. A trip to Sephora for a rejuvinating lip-glossing is all I need right now.
After I wrote that, I finished up, walked outside and the rain was gone and the sun was piercing through. ERROR MSGIt was still cold and windy but at least the rain wasn't there to further drench everyone outside.
Took Muni back home.
After last night, I concluded that I love champagne. I'll pick that over black velvets anytime :) Too bad I couldn't remember the one I had at Foreign Cinema [a restaurant that plays international films in the Mission].
Janurary 12, 2001 + Friday + 7:51 am
This is horrible. Look. I'm AWAKE at this time because I couldn't sleep. My eyes sting because I didn't
sleep enough yet I'm not sleepy anymore. I went to bed last night around 2:30 and it took me one goddamn
hour to finally fall asleep. I woke up at 6:15 and I tried to go back to sleep but I couldn't. I just lay there in my bed until 7:30 when I just decided to get up since I couldn't fall asleep. This is horrible indeed. See, I'm distracted still. I have conflicting thoughts. Good and bad.
I won't be leaving for LA at until about 5:30pm or so.
**Ok I changed [maybe temporarily, maybe not] the splash page because I found that old receipt from ERROR MSGthe last time I paid a visit to Good Vibrations and got a lot of rubbers for my human sexuality class project.
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2:14 am I don't want to go to LA anymore. I tried to talk my way out of it but my mom won't let me.
Grrrrrrrrrrreat. I'm stuck with them [my parents] for a long weekend. I started having 2nd thoughts a couple days ago
when I started thinking about what the hell I'm gonna be doing down there. I'd rather be bored up here because
at least I have friends up here to bother.
Anyway, my day was rather event-filled. I had ginger cake earlier! Lan, try it!!! I had black velvets too. Jericho came up and hung out with me. We met up with Kelly at a coffee shop and went to ANOTHER coffee shop [I swear, there's nothing to do here in SF. It's all the same. I'm boring. We're boring. Life is grand.] and met up with S, M and their friend L. Had a good time though. What an Irving Street day.
I'm having all these weird emotions surge through my mind right now. I'm happy because I got to hang out with people but I'm worried about someone else out there that doesn't know I'm not being 100% honest with. I know, I'm being very vague on purpose but I'd rather explain it in here.
girl is not sure if girl wants to see boy anymore.
girl says it's not him, it's her. girl is feeling very uncertain.
I still haven't found my siamese dream cd. Well, I haven't been looking for it really.
Dormant feelings caused by another human being are resurfacing. Well, it's never been dormant to be really truthful.
Yikes. I have a problem!
I feel so fucked up. Can I go and hide now?
Janurary 15, 2001 + Monday + 9:16 pm
Ohha! I'm back my darlings.
My weekend was all right, I suppose. Didn't do anything too extravagant but I'm glad to be back.
This whole weekend, I kept thinking about cutting my hair. Really short. I wimped out at the last minute
because I started thinking "It took me so long to get my hair this length and I've never had long hair since I
was little so it'd be a waste to get rid of it just now", so I've decided I'll keep this tortured and reddened mop
on my head until I really get sick of it. All I know is that sometime this year I'm definitely chopping this shit off.
Also during this weekend, my cellphone broke. Well, it didn't break per se, it was just the fuckin' battery. The
cheap piece o' crap died out on me. I even charged it overnight [thinking that I just happened to use up all the
power making horrendous roaming phone calls], but the next day it still wouldn't work. I didn't have a spare with
me [like I really carry spare batteries], so I had a dead phone all weekend long. Now that I'm back at home, I
replaced the dead battery with my old one and now my phone is working again. Hehehehe, I see this as a sign to really get another phone. Hah. I hate at&t. I would like LA better if I was insanely loaded with $ so I can milk all the LA boutiques and shops for all its worth and I wish they'd open up at Topz burger joint up north. Dammit!
In other news, I have 2 more short weeks of winter break left. Gotta make use of this time wisely, ne?
I burnt my tongue earlier this evening drinking 3 mugs of divine milk tea. Smells so good.
ERROR MSGHey S, regarding that email, I know, I know, I didn't have to explain myself but I couldn't help it. I wanted to!
I just have a problem of misleading people to think the wrong things about me, so I must explain things.
or it could be that I'm just a dork.
I just have lots to say sometimes...
