Okay, long story short.
Yesterday: dropped off my application at Office Depot.
Hung out with Adrian, we watched Futurama until around ten, after that we went to Club 21.
He was supposed to meet a friend there who would give him back his iPod.
The friend acted oddly and kept trying to dance with Adrian.
After the club, we went out to Lyon’s with Adrian’s friend and some other people.
We met the most amusing drunk lady ever that had Madonna’s “Hung Up” on her cell phone and would play it, to Erica (this cool girl who was with the friend)’s delight.
Mario (the friend) flirted shamelessly with Adrian while I stared daggers at him.
He even tried this crass ploy to intercept Adrian in the bathroom.
It was around four a.m. when we finally left the restaurant.
I felt very shaken up by the whole situation, but me and Adrian talked about it on the way home and said so many endearing things.
The phrase that stuck out in my mind was something to the effect of “What he did doesn’t matter, the important thing is that I choose to go home with you.”
I just can’t put into words how I feel for Adrian. Everything he does just makes me respect him more.
When we went back to his house we watched Futurama for a while, then I went home. However, it was around 5 a.m. and I didn’t want to suffer the ignominy of coming home at that ungodly hour, so I slept in my car around the corner for a few hours and came home at 10:30. I was drenched in sweat and ravenously hungry.
Now I’m showered and I helped myself to a bread sandwich (don’t ask).
However, my grandma didn’t waste an opportunity to destroy my self-esteem (nobody seems to, nowadays). “You know, it’s been a long time since you’ve been looking for work and I think if you tried harder you would have had a job by now.”
Well, on one hand, I want to say “Thanks, bitch.” But on the other hand she’s right.
But whatever. I need to continue with my plans no matter what she says. Even though I’ve only had about three hours of sleep, I’m going to go down to the college and go to the counselor. But is there even a point? With two weeks left to register and no cash flow yet?
I’m going to ask my mom if she’ll pay for a class. If not, I might as well just stay home. And taking into account how shitty my body feels this morning after a night of dancing and sleeping in the car, I might just stay home all day long. However, with my grandma here I feel obligated to be out looking for work. I swear, I have no privacy here. She can just poke her head in and tell me what a loser I am at any moment she feels like.
Man, I need some serious caffiene if I’m going to get through this day.