I swear, I am the biggest idiot sometimes. I just spent the last 10 minutes trying to figure out why my voice recognition would not work. The mute button on my headset was on. I swear, it’s always the easiest solutions. Well, to be honest, it only took like a minute and a half, but it felt like forever.
Was kind of feeling like making a video post, but once I fired up the camera I wasn’t sure what to say. And I don’t know, text is calming somehow. The words don’t change and it can glance over it easily, as opposed to video… which I find a questionable medium for disseminating feelings. I mean, I will do a video post and then watch it back and be like “oh God… I have to edit that out” but you can’t or it’s like totally obvious.
I’m absolutely in love with my MacBook. I’m sitting in the kitchen with the door to the garage open, listening to the glug glug glug of the washing machine while I voice recognize my heart away.
Today was so amazing. It was Terry’s birthday, so we both slept in. After I woke up, I drove downtown and we went down to old Sacramento and walked around all the cute shops. We visited Evangeline’s Costume Mansion and had so many ideas for costumes, it was the first time I’d ever gone. We are totally going to have matching ones. We are going to either be the members of The Knife or people going to a Venetian masquerade ball. I can totally pull that off, and they have an amazing selection.
After the costume mansion, we went to this place…I can NEVER remember the name, it’s something like Fatty Anne’s Cookhouse. They have a bunch of quirky decor and rather good food. It’s more of a straight middle-aged person hangout, even though I love it.
I mean, going to Hot Rods (the quintessential gay diner on K Street) is so last year. Anyway, we had a great time… Terry got out his MacBook and we were reading my blog. He is so awesome.
After lunch we walked around old Sacramento a little more, went down to the river, and then drove over to the downtown plaza for some Starbucks. We made a point to park right near the elevator… but as we soon learned, they go up to the third floor but then the door doesn’t open. It so we came back to the bottom level of the parking garage and the other elevator open. We went to go in and there was this other couple looking really confused and we were like “Um, did yours just go up and stop too?” We exchanged a confused look, and walked towards the stairs.
We got Starbucks at the mall and of course forgot to get our parking validated. Oh well…
Terry had to go and get a mattress and do a few other errands, so we parted ways a few hours ago. As soon as I got home I realized that I had a whole bunch of stuff to do to, so it was really helpful the way it all worked out. I had to wash all my clothes and my room was in shambles. I mean, I’m a pretty messy person in that my room looks like a mess to everyone else but I totally know where everything is. However, I knew that the piles of stuff were starting to interbreed and create a race of superjunk that would destroy my room from the inside out. So yeah, it was cleaning time. I can see the floor again!
I was talking with Terry about his house, which is kind of cool. He lives with this guy who is really into UFOs and he travels a lot and has a lot of money (as landlords are wont to do). However, the house is like spotless. So spotless that like when you wash your hands in the bathroom and you get a few drops of water on the counter and you kind of feel guilty for making a mess. Yeah. Which is totally fine for Terry… I totally couldn’t live that way myself though. I find cleaning odious and terrible. I need kind of a level of stuff around me in order to feel at home and that I’m not living in a museum.
I’m reminded of Victor, the guy that Adrian dated before me who we hung out with a few times. I was drinking a glass of water and put it on his coffee table. I looked away at for a second, looked back, and there he was moving the coffee table a miniscule bit so that it would be exactly lined up with the couch. I was like Whoa…you OCD bitch! But Terry isn’t that that anal. We’re just different in that respect. He was talking about redoing the plants in the front yard and I was looking at him like he had three heads. I don’t care if the plants in front of my house are on fire, they don’t exist in my world. Well maybe that’s because we have a gardener and it always looks nice.
I’m very particular about what the inside of my house looks like because I see it all the time, but the outside… I really don’t give a shit. I’m totally reminded of the dead lawn at Kelly and Christen’s house. Nobody really gave a shit, even though Christen watered it occasionally. And I love that. It’s very like college student-ey. But he did explain that he would be hanging out on the porch and I’m like “Okay, I can see that.”
The whole concept of curb appeal makes me want to die though. If I’m going to work on the way my house looks, it’s for ME, not for the assholes driving by.
So… school starts tomorrow, which I am excited about and dreading at the same time. I really need to look at my schedule and put it all into Google calendar, because last time I didn’t do that and I was really confused about what was going on. I put all the wrong stuff in my calendar and it screwed me up. But never again! I should probably do that right now.
I just want to say that the night with Christen was totally amazing. She was dressed in this amazing burlesque outfit holding platters with stuffed animals on them. Remember when they wanted to do this art project where they were going to fire paint at us naked? Well they use that same thing to blast fire with stuffed animals. Christen and the other burlesque girl would go all around with the animals and put them in the cannon device thing and then they would shoot out with all this fire. It was pretty cool.
And then after that, this guy and girl got all oiled up and wrestled while everyone was screaming and Ken was on the microphone making very loud siren sounds and saying all sorts of insane stuff like “Kill pigs” and crap. Everyone was blowing these horns…so surreal.
The cops even showed up and I guess Allen is totally down with making everything they do there seem socially acceptable. It was just so cool, I miss Christen terribly. And of course, Terry was awesome. I am just blown away by him.
So yeah. This week it’s all about Brazilian Girls, Benni Benassi, iio, and my adorable boyfriend.
Hasta.
