Where you look at the clock, realize you have hours more of work to do, and just sort of die inside? Yeah.

Today is one of those days.

I’m going to have to treat myself to a smoothie after work with some change I’ve scraped together. I need some kind of reward. Christ.

I’m awake way past my bedtime. But I have to say, I’m seriously considering moving to San Francisco. This is like, a dream job. Well, at least my foothold into the San Francisco IT world.

I need to stop listening to my mother. She’s trying to play it safe with me all the things that she didn’t play safe when she was growing up. She told her parents to fuck off at a very young age and went off to be a fisherwoman. And I mean, she has all these amazing life experiences because of it. Yes, she was poor, yes, it was sometimes horrible, but she lived in the Haight in the 70s! Isn’t that fucking amazing? I think it is.

I have San Francisco in my blood. It’s where my parents met. I need to finish my résumé and send it to Alex. All this musing is for naught if I don’t actually follow through.

Oh, Brian and I had such an amazingly fun day today! I went over to his house after I got off work and we went over to the park near his house and played Bjork and Portishead while we swung and played on the monkey bars. I was sort of monopolizing the conversation with my musings about San Francisco, but I think we had a great time. By no means was it a one-sided conversation, of course. It was odd, I feel like Brian is one of my really good friends now. We’re reaching I think about a month of knowing each other, so this is awesome. Okay. Must go to sleep. Now.

Well, for those of you don’t know, I spent most of yesterday night reinstalling OS X. I have to say it was a success, and the least painful computer operation I have ever done that involved a complete reformat.

I did it so that I could write. I was having all these wonky issues (as you all know) with my voice recognition program, and I believe that this may have been solved. It will take a few weeks of testing to be sure, but it’s working now, which is all I care about.

I rose so much this weekend, but I didn’t actually read about the most important thing that happened. Well, and the thing that happened before the most important…well…I’ll just take you there.

Sunday.

We had been invited to a barbecue at the HorseCow gallery/art community by Christen and Allen.

So Christen I went downtown to rendezvous with Annie so we could hit the Jazz Festival.

The gang in front of the capitol.

We tried on hats and found some that looked awesome on us. Hat pics!

Hats, hats, hats, oh my!

After that we headed down to HorseCow. There was nobody there except for the people from trash film orgy were filming a movie. As soon as I got there, this guy named Josh came up to me and started talking to me. Christen and I ended up having a great time, going with Christen down to the beach and having our own party:

Party in the computer room!

Christen and Allen.

So, long story short, we drank a whole bunch of vodka and cranberry juice, swung on the big swing that was attached to the rafters in the common room until it broke and we almost died, played a bunch of drunken pool, went down to the weir (this huge structure that helps Sacramento in the event of a flood), and as we were coming back from the weir I was starting to sober up. By the time we had walked back, I was completely back to my senses. And, with the wonderful timing that he has, Alex called me. He said he was about ready to pick me up, and I gave him directions over the phone.

I ran to the end of the driveway of HorseCow, jumped in his car, and headed off to ghost hunt. We first stopped at his mom’s house in Natomas. I started talking with Noam and Avril, two of Alex’s best friends. I absolutely love them! I was telling them all about the craziness at the gallery and how the main event of the night (a performance art piece were me and Christen were to get naked and get sprayed with paint) didn’t actually take place.

We felt out the spirits in this creepy field by his house:

X-files. (Alex, Avril, and Noam)

We were going to go to more hotspots of supernatural activity, but somehow it had become like one o’clock in the morning and Noam and Avril went home. I really didn’t know what Alex and I were going to do after that, so we just drove around the Garden Highway, which I guess is in Natomas (I had no idea where we were most of the time).

After driving for quite awhile, we parked at an isolated spot in view of the airport. He opened the moon roof and we watched shooting stars for a while, holding hands in the semidarkness. Unfortunately, the cops showed up and hassled us, but we got through the incident unscathed. We had our second kiss that night. It was just as incredible as the first one. I don’t know what it is with this boy. He just gets to that place. I don’t know what else to say.

It dawned on me today that someday I might have sex with him and it just sort of like blew me away, ’cause I pictured that kiss times like a hundred thousand and it just seemed impossible.

As Annie said, with me it’s feast or famine. I think the Josh from HorseCow got the wrong idea about me. I just couldn’t think of a polite way to say “I have a boyfriend.” Well, he didn’t try anything on me, so it was OK. Maybe he’s just a nice guy (I’ve been meeting a lot of those lately).

At around two, Alex drove me home and he briefly met Christen. I remember the look on her face, the “omg how cute!”

About that time, Annie called us to tell of the drama. Oh, left that part out. Well, when we all first got there, Annie got bored and left, but love of her life Scott showed up and she was back in a flash. They were hanging out all night… it was obvious she was in ecstasy. I actually talked to Scott, which was so inexorably strange after hearing about him thirdhand for so long, and he’s a cool guy I guess.

I guess that’s it for that night. An incredible party with my best friends, and holding hands under the stars with a new love. What more could I ask for?

I tested negative for HIV, gonorrhea, and chlamydia today. That’s cool, right? I thought I would feel better, but all I wanted to say was “um…what about the thousand more diseases that you can get? how do I know I don’t have any of them?”

Well, it’s better than nothing.

To work on your resume on your lunch break?

Alex has been talking about how his company is hiring a first-level customer service rep at a Mac IT company and that he’s going to put my name in the pile. I would have to move to San Francisco, though.

I love my job here, but I really don’t get enough hours to survive. My boss and coworkers are so nice, and I can listen to music pretty much all day.

I might be going out of the frying pan and into the fire.

That and my scooter won’t start with the electric starter any more. I’ve been kick-starting it every morning. Well, it’s like 50 miles away from the designated service interval, so I think once I get the oil changed I’ll be fine, but I can’t do that until Friday when I get paid. So yeah. The root of all of this evil is money.

I’m feeling impulsive this month. But not that impulsive. Well, I’ll talk to Alex about it tonight. Until then, my resume could still use some sprucing up.