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.

I just downloaded the first Brazilian Girls album today, and I like it. It’s very sultry and genre-bending. I had wanted to listen to them since like before Coachella, since they were playing there. So much music, so little time.

Tonight at HorseCow was totally fucking amazing. I have some pics on my phone, but I haven’t gotten it to sync up with the VM I have on my MacBook…another project for another day. But yeah, there was this thing shooting flaming stuffed animals out of a cannon, they set a couch on fire, and there was this insane oiled up wrestling match with this one guy that had a demon mask on.

So yeah. Surreal. I had my arms around Terry nearly the whole time. I haven’t been this affectionate with anyone in a while. I mean, we weren’t like making out, but it was ridiculously obvious that we were dating. Terry is the first guy I’ve dated where I feel like it’s OK to be gay. Um, I guess that’s sort of ambiguous. I mean that Adrian and Taggart were totally in the closet in public. I mean, they’d give me a sly glance or grab my ass or something, but it was all on the DL. Today we dressed up fabulously and rode to dinner on my scooter.

I just want to scream “THIS IS MY AMAZING, TOTALLY BEAUTIFUL BOYFRIEND” to anyone that would give me a funny look.

I am so damn tired, but I had to write about tonight. I love Christen so much! Me and her and Terry were joking and laughing the whole time…it was amazing.

Okay, I’m going to sleep before I pass out.

I’m over at Terry’s new place on 27th downtown watching Margaret Cho while he takes a shower.

I love Margaret Cho’s impression of straight girls.

We’re going to go to the HorseCow party and hang out with Christen :)

I actually got the RAM put into my new computer, I had to get this special screwdriver and fuck with it for about a half-hour. So it totally works, although my Mac Mini only recognizes one of the modules I put in. I don’t really care though, I’ll open it and jiggle everything around later.

I called T-Mobile and they will not give me a new phone or even try to fix it. So I got angry and ripped the damn faceplate off. I can actually type on it better now, and it’s all black without the aluminum faceplate.

I’m so not wanting to start school on Monday…my vacation will be over. Aww.

But I’ll be all busy and such and it’ll feel good. I just can’t like believe Terry exists. He is so perfect! Every relationship has a honeymoon phase, and I’m really enjoying being with him. Maybe it’s not just a honeymoon phase, I dunno.

I just like him so much and he doesn’t seem like…well…cagey and insane, like most of the other people I’ve dated. Every time I see him it’s just this rush of “zomg he’s really real and omg we’re dating zomg!

And um, yes, he is ridicluously hawt. In like, all ways.

He is so amazing, I love his outfit, he just got out of the shower. We’re going to go to HC now. Yay!

Okay, it’s official. I will never sleep again.

I’m all snuggled up on my bed in my comforter and the Heisenberg Egg, the blanket that Christen got me (don’t ask about the name), and typing out a blog post.

So yeah, with the new MacBook, I can compute on my bed. Which, according to that one school of thought about sleep, is frickin’ terrible. You should only use your bed for sleep and sex. Eh, I’ve been doing a million things on my bed (i.e. talking on the phone, watching TV)…I mean, my room is so small it’s more bed than floor. So screw that school of thought.

Work was really productive. Once again, my coworkers hailed me as the tech god. Which, of course, I am. And I was the god of online research too, dispatching my assignments with aplomb. I felt much more able to cope than on Wednesday. I was just too starry-eyed from my fucking amazing night with Terry to even like conceive of work, although I did get one big project done.

So I’ve been trying to take the 2GB of memory out of my Mac Mini and put it in my Macbook (which only has 1GB. Sounds simple, right? Wrong. I go to unscrew the memory bracket in my MacBook and there is this one tiny screw that will NOT open. The other two were fine, it’s just that one. So I had an appointment today at the Apple Store, and the Genius there opened it for me. I got home, it would not open with my screwdriver. So yeah. I was pissed.

Instead of getting more angry, I threw the battery back into my MacBook and headed to Terry’s house. We had sort of vaguely planned on watching Amelie, but we ended up watching an episode of Drawn Together and snuggling while we listened to music on Front Row.

He is just…amazing. I need to write more about how the whole thing took shape and what’s going on, I’ll do it in the morning so as to not wake everyone up with my voice rec.

I’m hooked on Junior Boys tonight. The first album Last Exit, of course. It was catchy, sampley and experimental. The second one tried to be more mainstream and sucked.

Um…I don’t know what else is going on. Other than Saturday is my day to catch up on everything (all the email I haven’t answered, etc.)

Oh and my phone broke. The face plate (which is aluminum) decided to come loose. I’m hoping T-Mobile will give me a new one, but probably not.

OH! Christen’s back in town and we’re going to do something tomorrow. Yay!

Okay. It’s sleep time.

Brian, Erin, Terry, and I went out on the town tonight and had SO much fun!

My wrists hurt right now and everyone’s asleep so no voice rec, but I’ll blog about it tomorrow after work.

Terry is so fucking awesome.