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7/27/2003

The Cali trip. Let us never speak of it again.

Boy am I pissed. But I'll save that rant for some other time.

Read through the guestbook entries that accumulated while I was gone. Hehe, yes, I do believe my photos give off an awkward vibe. Of course, that's just the camera capturing my true self: awkward. At any rate, I did have some work done on my eyebrows. Much better, I think.

And no more pictures anytime soon- I'm liable to throw myself off a bridge if I have to face that judgemental lens of cursed fates again.

I'm in a good mood. Pissed, but in a good, zany mood. Though in my case, moods are funny entities. They're little snapshots in an existance that in the long run will amount to nothing more than gloomy bleakness and ultimate, inescapable doom.

But since right now I'm walking up one of the small hills located in the bottomless valley that is my life, I'm going to try and look on the bright side.

Ok, enough with the stupid metaphors. Hmm... I need to get laid.

No, that's not an invitation.

In other news, I have given up drinking. To excess. One or two every now and than couldn't hurt.

K, nice, tidy little update. I'll make my leave for the night now.

7/21/2003

Mike emailed me for the first time ever. He complained that I should stop mentioning him, even by name. So, I guess there's only one thing to do.......






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K, enough of that.


J ended up having to work late, so instead we went out for dinner and drinks, where we just hung out, getting to know each other a bit better. Than she took me home, where we sat on my porch for a half-hour talking some more. According to J, her and Dad are just really close friends, and that's it.

Dad had said the same thing, but we just assumed it was in a "We're just friends, *Wink* *wink*" kind of way.

That's an interesting bit of information. Maybe Dad's been trying to set us up? Who knows- if he is than he's completly insane. Anyway, she had an early morning so we said our goodnights by kissing each others hands. I thought that was kind of cute.



Aaaaah, California. I just can't wait to finally get on the road. If all goes well we should be leaving tomorrow. Hopefully.



P.S.

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:D

7/20/2003

Do to meet J soon.


Found out my cat was a girl today, after spending three years thinking otherwise. I never checked, just going by what the petstore told me- I respect her privacy ;)


Finished up most of my packing for the Cali trip. I didn't need to do much- most of it was already packed in preperation for my other trip. Might sound strange, but I've always loved living out of a backpack, having everything in one place.


Well anyway, I better go get ready.


Spoon!

Hmm, J invited me to see a movie with her tonight after work. Seems a bit odd. Ah well-

Oops, I gotta go.

7/18/2003

Hehe, I forgot to mention that the rumor that Dad ran off to Atlantic City turned out to be false. It was an honest mistake- it's always hard to tell what that Man's really up to.

But it seems the California trip is still on, and we'll be leaving early Tuesday morning. My brother Brandon will be going as well, so at least it won't just be Dad and I sitting in a car for two weeks with nothing to say to each other.

Argh, Damn Cold.

But nevertheless, I'm still looking forward to this trip. Things to see and people to meet.

It's odd, but when I'm away from my town, on my own, I find it much easier to talk to people. After Mike stranded me down south, I must have spent a half-hour just chatting with the front desk worker at my hotel after I checked in.

Travel breeds socialization, I suppose.

Ooooh, an X-File.

I really didn't feel like having to change clothes to take a photo, so I just added a couple of pics in my usual attire.

I don't really look at it as a 'boy-mode' pic. It's just me, and that's that. As Ashley once said: "If it doesn't flip your checker, use your imagination."

Heh, cute gal :)

Helped Dad clean his house last night, in preperation for his parents and the new realtor coming to look it over. Saw J there too, but we didn't talk much. I'm pretty tight-lipped without at least two martinis.

Hopefully the place will get sold soon so Mom can hurry up and move. Her boss is a real A-hole. And a lawyer. Redundant?


Finally got around to going through some of the boxes I've had under the stairs for months now. Found a bunch of junk I was looking for, along with my digital camera.




Damn cold.

7/17/2003

Haven't had a cold in over a year, get drunk one night, now I have one.

Who would've thought alcohol was actually bad for your health?



There's been some interesting developments on my credit card. Silly me, I loaned it to Dad so he could get his car fixed, and now it's over the limit, full of nothing but restaurant and cigar bills.

Yay.

I figured since he knew I would get the bill, he might show a little restraint.

Well at any rate, I don't really care. Strange that I'm not more upset.

Sent off for my Birth Certificate. I also found out the procedure for changing the name on it, which is good to know.

Still no word on Dad. My aunt did some landscaping for him last week, and he didn't pay her. She's about ready to go back to his house to tear up everything she planted.

Oh, the Drama...

7/16/2003

Well well well- Dad seems to have dissapeared in the last few days. Rumor has it he was last seen heading for Atlantic City. Most likely to gamble away the money for our trip.

Oh well. I've been half-expecting the trip not to happen anyway.

I just hope he didn't drag J up there with him, like I think he did once before. Unfortunatly, it's likely that he did since he doesn't have a car and has been using hers.

*sigh* She's too good for him.

I did a lot of thinking after my last entry. And I finally came to a conclusion. You can read about it in the entry I posted on The T.P.

So the next step is upgrading this thing, which shouldn't cost too much. Afterwards I might actually post a pic of myself for the first time in a year!! Unplug your monitor! Hide your children!

7/15/2003

*sigh*

God I'm depressed. All those people I let down with my leaving The T.P. People who invested time in following my journey. I've just been crying all day, thinking about it.

I do regret taking my absence from the site more than a month before I'm do to leave. I suppose I could have waited a little longer before breaking the news, but that wouldn't have been right either, sitting on that kind of info. Leading people on even further.

*sigh*

I did make an update to the site on the main page. Made it a little more clear that my leave wasn't permanent.

Dad informed me that the Road Trip to California is still on. It had been delayed because of a car and money issue, but it seems to have been resolved. We might even be leaving this weekend.

And I'm goin' to go.

You may ask 'Why?", since I:


A. Detest him

and

B. Still have a lot of preperation to do to?


Well first, I felt that getting a chance to take a grand tour down Memory Lane was too good to pass up, even if it meant spending two weeks with the guy.

Those times in California were the best of my life before everything started heading dowhill. It would be nice to see everything again from an older perspective.

Second, my Birth Certificate accidently got destroyed, and the new one will take a couple of weeks to get here. It's a required document to get my passport, and I'll just be sitting on my hands at a stand still until it arrives.

Aside from all that, I'd like to see a bit more of this country before I leave it. I'm going to be gone a while, and seeing everything with that knowledge will help me appreciate everything a little more.

7/14/2003

Ok, let's give this baby a test drive...

PART 1


I woke up at 6am, where I found myself in one of the inner circles of Hell for the next five hours. Yes, it was one of the worst hangovers I've ever had.

Despite my frequent drinking habits, I rarely get so totally wasted that I try to jump in the water at The National Mall and develop a crush on my Dad's girlfriend. But I digress.

Dad's been trying to sell his house recently. (The same spacious one he kicked us all out of after the divorce, forcing us back to our old Condo.)

When the house finally sells, he'll give Mom all the child support money he's owed for the past year. And mom, in turn, will move the family out to Seattle. (Probably the last time I see her for the next few years. *sniff*) That'll be great for her and the kids. She hates this area almost as much as I do.

So for the benefit of all involved, Mom and I went to Dad's house where we spent a few hours cleaning it up and getting it into an eye-pleasing condition. I ended up staying after Mom left, since Dad wanted to treat me to a movie I've been looking forward to seeing.

We ended up behind schedule as usual though, so didn't end up seeing it. Instead we picked up his girlfriend J and headed for a local restaurant. J, for the record, is less than a year older than me.

I ended up having a Home Salad, which tasted great. (Going down that is- wasn't very good the next morning.) Plus I had a martini and J gave me a margaritta she couldn't finish.

A little more free, socially speaking, I actually engaged in the conversation and learned a little more about J, who for the last few months had just been 'Dad's Girlfriend'. I had met her a couple of times of course, along with her son. (No, it's not Dads, thank God.) But I hadn't really talked to her before.

I was a bit hyped up and it was only 11pm, so I suggested we head into D.C. Everyone agreed and soon we found ourselves in Luigi's, the owner being an old friend of Dad's.

Up until than I had a comfortable buzz going, but the social setting prompted me to have a little bit more, and I ended up with another Martini and a B-52. Plus I shared another drink with J.

Dad was working on his social connections with the workers, so J and I headed upstairs. That section had closed for the night so it was empty. We stood next to the window for a while, just taking in the cityscape for a bit while we talked some more. Before we went back downstairs J mentioned how she loved to sit by the water at the FDR memorial, so after we finally left Luigi's I mentioned we should head over there.

It was pretty late by now though, so we ended up at the Lincoln Memorial instead. The weird thing was Dad wanted to stay in the car, so J and I ended up going alone.

We went inside, and since my glasses made me nauseous when I put them on, she read me the inscriptions that were carved everywhere. We walked around a bit after that, finally settling down by the water after I tried to jump in. J held me back, of course.

Which reminds me that for the past ten minutes we'd been walking hand in hand, our finger intertwined. Of course it was probably just to keep me from falling over my own feet, though she continued to hold it after we sat, emphasizing some things she said with the occasional squeeze. At any rate, it felt pretty nice. Her skin was very soft, and I think I complimented it at one point. I can't really remember.

So we sat, commenting on the beatiful view of the Washington Monument. And we talked a lot, finding out just how much we had in common. She's always wanted to travel as well, mostly to the same uncommon places I want to see. Same music tastes, same odd habits, same geeky love for our computers...

And then the sprinklers started up and laughing, we jumped through them a bit before heading back to the car where Dad was waiting. On the way home I couldn't fight it anymore and fell asleep.

I barely remember coming home, but I seem to recall litteraly dragging myself across the floor to my bed.

Apparently this stupid thing has a limit, so I'll have to split this into two posts.


PART 2

So it's the next morning, the fog has lifted, and I find that I'm still thinking about her. Yup, this has the makings of a Shakespeare play writted allllllllll over it.

Heh, I jest. First off, NO, she's Dad's girlfriend, off limits. No. Second, NO, I'm simplifying my life. Simplify, Simplify. I have too much to do in the next couple of weeks in preperation for my Getting the Hell Out of Here. Third, NO, I don't even LIKE girls like that. Do I? Eesh, maybe I really AM bi. Or 'Greedy' as Mike says.

Nevertheless, No. I don't have time to think about my sexuality either. I have just a few weeks to do Months worth of paperwork. Too much, too much. No. Not even going to think about. No.


Wow, her skin was pretty soft though...