So basically I haven’t written in like two weeks.

It was because I really really wanted to write about the awesome party we had when Chisten came back from Burning Man. We did everything we normally do… drove around blasting “Bank of Boston Beauty Queen,” went back to her place, got drunk on some Stoli and hard apple cider, and we bitched about everything that sucked in our lives. But I didn’t have access to voice-rec until today.

Terry was having a problem with me that day, so he wasn’t having very much fun. I guess I probably should have done the reunion party with just me and her because I’m sure Terry felt like a third wheel. We had a lot of fun though.

Let’s see… what else did we do? Terry and I have been hanging out a lot. Our schedules are really compatible in that when I get off of work he gets out of school. We hung out pretty much all weekend, but Sunday is our homework day. I have to do two sections of math and our take-home test. I’m really loving my geology class… it’s so incredible to be able to look at a rock and tell that it’s just a big hunk of silicon atoms or something like that. Sulfur is the most amazing rock ever. It is the brightest banana yellow you will ever see and is light as a feather. It doesn’t really even smell, you have to hold it really close and scratch off some dust, but it doesn’t give off that terrible smell that we normally associate with sulfur until it is bonded with another atom (which I forget right now). When he becomes a sulfide or a sulfate that’s when it smells really bad like rotten eggs.

My math class has been pretty ho-hum, everything has been easy so far. I’m thinking that I should’ve taken a higher level class, but probably in another month I won’t be thinking that.

Things with Terry have been up and down, but mostly up. We’ll reach some kind of a roadblock of an issue that I have or an issue that he has and then we’ll consider it for awhile and then realize what is really going on (at least from my perspective). I just need to get into the habit of telling him everything I feel in the beginning before it snowballs into anything more. I’m used to having to bottle up my emotions when I was around Adrian because the least little thing could explode and ruin the entire week.

I appreciate that I can get a lot of perspective for my friends about what’s okay and what’s not okay in relationships (cuz I really don’t know after so long).

I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to realize this, but sex is ridiculously powerful in regulating my moods. I was kind of feeling like I just wanted to cry all day yesterday, then I got a bunch of things on my chest, and we had uberhot sex, and then just everything was right in the world, we were joking and laughing and making sandwiches…even joking about us fighting.

Terry and I had such a fun day yesterday. We woke up at his place and rode the train out to this AMAZING Asian food place past Broadway, Yummy something. After that we walked down K Street to the IMAX theatre, Terry wanted to check and see if the Harry Potter movie was playing, which it was. We were going to see it, but when I told him that I hadn’t seen the preceding movies he said that we should rent them all and watch them before we see the most recent one. So we went down to the Hollywood Video by his old house and rented the first three, two of which I had seen two (although I cannot place where or when). You know, I wasn’t really gung ho about the whole Harry Potter bandwagon, but after living in a society where all we can seem to do is make movies that are copies of other movies that were made in the 70s or movies that are copies of fucking comic books, this is the only original story around these days. So I enjoy watching them.

Christen and Allen broke up. Don’t know if I mentioned it. I also don’t know what this really means for her whole future in HorseCow, but she was hanging out with the HC crowd last night, so I think she is still in the good graces of everyone there. I mean, she’s more awesome than Allen by like a factor of a hundred. And, of course, I think Allen wants her to stay around in the group and then still fuck him, which I hope to god she doesn’t. He is such a douchebag. He even puts Adrian to shame in sheer scumbagosity. I overheard him talking to her in front of everyone saying that “oh, no one is that exclusive here.” Yeah, sure. Because you’re in the motherfucking Manson family so you can fuck everyone in the world and feel good about it.

I don’t have a problem with people who experiment with being sexually open with a lot of people to discover who you are or some kind of journey to find yourself by immolation, but I have an issue when it’s not about exploring new ways of living and it’s really just about doing whatever the fuck you want and being a spoiled little boy and never growing up.

The summer of love was 40 years ago, bitch. And it’s fucking over.

Anyway, enough vitriol for him.

I’m waiting for my FedEx package, but I don’t think it’s going to come. They tried to deliver it yesterday, but they didn’t deliver it because no one was here. It’s my new 500GB Drive which I could never afford and I have no idea why I bought. I have like $30 my bank account yet I have a terabyte of storage now. Can I really have that much porn? Is that even like, allowed? lol

Contrary to popular opinion, though, the bulk of my storage really isn’t taken up by porn. I audited my storage a few months ago and I found out that only about 12% of my total storage was taken up by porn. But I guess when you have about 700 GB, that’s a lot. God damn this algebra class, I see everything as an algebra problem now. We are doing percentage problems and this would be a perfect example.

78. Darius has two computers and one external hard drive. One is a Mac Mini with an 80GB hard drive, a MacBook with a 120GB hard drive, and a 500GB external drive. He has 70 gigs of porn. What percentage of his hard drive space is taken up by porn?

700x = 70 = .10
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700 700

Darius uses 10% of his storage for porn.

I’m having a Dresden Dolls day.

Who am I kidding? Every day is a Dresden Dolls day.

We can split Germany right down the middle…you’d hate it there anyway, and we’ll call it even.

Such a depressing song.

Meh, time for something sexy, like iio.

My grandma (in her insanity) has locked herself out of most of the rooms in the house. I’m hibernating in my room hoping that she found a key. I just want to yell at her for doing it. I mean, what the hell is anyone going to steal in her room, and it’s not like the outside doors aren’t locked with a million locks.

Orrin just knocked on my door, he said they had to call a locksmith yesterday, and it’s not working today either. Jesus. Just keep the fucking thing unlocked. My God. People just need to realize that they are old. Grr.

Weird. Well, I think I’m going to call my mom back. She sent me a box! :)