I went to Santa Paula for the more lineant staff that had given a license to a girl who when told to turn left turned right. [Yeah, she's pretty bright.] To get my license, in case that wasn't known. And I got it.
I keep having dreams that I am 1) coming out to people or 2) seeing other girls [that I know] kiss or kissing them.
I had my last drivers' training test today, taking me out of school at 11. I got back all the twenty minutes ago, and so of course I'm not going back to school for one goddamn period, so I'm here slurrping up some Ramen that is vaguely beef flavored, mostly cardboard.
I finally got a call on the "Band Wanted" ad I put up in Guitar Center. The people already have the band together with written songs and everything and need a bassist. I was sort of hoping to build a band from the ground up. I'm so willing to try it out, though.
I have been listening to the new Chevelle album "Vena Sera" constantly. It's not near as good as their others, but it's grown on me. The only break from it I've taken is CDs in the car and a mixed Beatles CD that C made for me.
God bless tri-tip sandwiches. Food fair at school means me raving for a tri-tip sandwich. And then I washed it down with a rootbeer float. Mmm.
Today the AP English classes went to pick strawberries. Why, you ask?
So I mentioned a while back a beautiful foreign exchange student who looked like Emily Haines [or at least had her vagueness]. This morning we smiled at eachother and I just about melted, and then at lunch we were in the same vecinity of friends so I briefly talked to her.
For the 23837 time this spring break, I stayed the night at C's beach house.
Any feelings for C are merely weeds. A pure nuisance.
She is straight. Period, no questioning, no nothing. Straight.
On Tuesday I saw a beautiful girl in downtown Monterey which resulted in my first "gay" moment with someone else.
Yesterday I returned to C's beach house after spending two days and a night in Monterey.
Our main purpose of going was to check out CSU Monterey with C, but other events included seeing the cemetary near Dennis the Menice Park, the park, and going to the aquarium.
I spent my Saturday evening/ most of Sunday at C's beach house which resides directly at the beach.
It was high tide, so there was no beach to walk on. If you decended the stairs from the porch waves would knock you up against the cement wall. C, S, and I [as in, me] would sit on the wall and watch the waves crash and shoot up towards us. And S would chuckle all kinds.
Oh, God bless, spring break!
The things I have in store: days spent near the beach [and/or directly next to it], a trip to monterey, all of which includes time spent with the bestest of my friends.