This weekend was really fun. We were supposed to go out to second Saturday with Christen, and she was supposed to show us all of the awesome hotspots and some cool art, but she never called me even though we had hung out the night before and had talked about it. I hope she’s okay… she wasn’t at work.
When I can’t get a hold of one of my friends for a few days I often wonder if they are dead and how long it would take for me to find out if they really died. Christen’s parents don’t know my number…I’d probably have to ask her sister on MySpace.
Anyway… I stayed the night over at Terry’s house on Friday, and we woke up around noon. He wanted to wake up early and get a jump on the day… but since we didn’t have anything planned until the night, I wanted an insurance policy against boredom. So we slept in until noon.
I brushed my teeth, and Terry started playing one of the latest games that Valve released, called Portal.
I had read a review of it a few days ago and kind of sat down next to him. It consists of all these intricate physics puzzles where you have to put cubes on certain pads and then it hit buttons to make certain things happen… but the thing that makes it interesting is you have this gun that creates portals, so if I want to, say, take out an enemy android, just make a portal under it and make an exit portal on the ceiling and it will fall through and then fall out of the ceiling and die.
Anyway, it took a whole bunch of brainpower to navigate all of the challenges and it got really crazy and cool. We ended up playing it for like five hours. Terry was at the controls and we were figuring out all the obstacles together, it was really cool.
Anyway, after that we went down to see this fashion show that Megan was in. She looked amazing and totally had the walk down…a lot of the models sucked, but some of the outfits were cool.
All of my pictures I took at the fashion show got eaten by my stupid memory card/phone…grr.
I kept calling Christen, but she never answered, so we kept walking around doing our own thing for a while then joining Megan and Steve occasionally. We didn’t see very much cool art… actually, I don’t remember seeing a single painting. But the point isn’t art, of course. It’s more about social networking and rich people drinking wine.
We had a good time walking around though, it was a really nice night and there were a bunch of people out. That same night there was some kind of protest event about equality in marriage, Terry and I went down there and talked to this guy for an hour or so. After that, we went down to Naked Lounge and met the whole gang.
Earlier that night, we had met the guy that was taking all those pictures of Megan in this big white wooden box…he’s also the guy that was taking photos of girls and Photoshopping them to look dead. And the guy that was like making millions of dollars from being a Mac Genious and a photographer.
That photographer guy…I swear, for having thousands of dollars of photographic equipment in his room, he was like 200 pounds and had like two teeth in his head, and talked like he’d had a few strokes. Anyway, we were both really tired by that point so we took a few pictures in the box and then I dropped Terry off at his house.
It’s so strange… dating Terry this time around is like dating a completely different guy. Well, we trust each other now… which seems to be a tall order for both of us.
I don’t know if I wrote about this, but when we were talking about what went wrong the main issue seemed to be that we were both pulling away so quickly that we didn’t see any of the good. I mean, it’s 10 orders of magnitude more complicated than that, but that’s the closest I can get to it in one sentence.
He actually opened up to me, which is really awesome. Now he does all of the things that I would complain that he didn’t do. I really think he was trying to push me away to see if I would stay.
I know it’s early in being back together, but we have had the most romantic, sane, and awesome days. I have high hopes for me and him.
My phone is ringing now it looks it’s an unknown number. My dad is the only person that calls me from an unknown number, and it’s 8 p.m. He’s been asleep for hours. I think it’s Mario.
He left me such a sad message this one time that he called while I was with Terry. I mean, I don’t feel like a very good boyfriend for saying this, but I feel really guilty for what I did to Mario too. Yes, he instigated what happened, but he was just looking out for his own happiness and not thinking of others. I would be guilty of doing similar things. I don’t know why I dated Drew. Just because he was cute and young? I feel like I’ve wronged him. He probably doesn’t really care. Everyone always thinks that everyone else is wringing their hands obsessing over them, but 99% of the time, it isn’t true.
What I need to do is write Mario a letter about why I can’t see him anymore or talk to him. Or anything.
But I guess I have this naïve feeling that if I just keep not talking to him that he will just disappear and that my happiness with Terry will go to encompass everything. But that’s not true. With the specter of distrust their it will just grow. I need to talk to him., but it’s such a hard thing to do. I mean, I can see it from his point of view. He was at the top of this game, he had two guys that he thought wanted him and now he has nothing.
I have a long talk with Brian last night from midnight to 3 a.m., and he said that Mario had told him about all of his exes and how he has little mementos from each one and how he just doesn’t know why it doesn’t work. Which I guess in an intellectual way I can feel sorry for him, and also in an emotional way.
I guess I just don’t know how to deal with this in a way that isn’t going to poison my relationship with Terry. Eh, I’m just overanalysing.
It’s 8:30. I should check my voicemail…the “unknown” number left.
Oh, weird. It really was my dad. He was like too close to the phone and I couldn’t make out what he said…hm.
Shit. I need to do my homework. I’ve been putting it off all day. And now that I’ve blogged my little heart out, now it’s nine.
UPDATE: It’s eleven now. Watched Joost for a few hours, made a few sandwiches…I’m going to fail my math class.
