Lunch at CPK

Ah I like posting to my blog...journal...whatever you want to call it. Not sure if anybody reads it, but it's comforting to me...a journal. I keep other ones for those deep and secret thoughts lol. Dan had mentioned making it my creative writing project...like talking about San Jose like it was a new planet. That would have been cool if I had remembered haha.

Anyways, between napping all day, I had lunch with my slo roommates at CPK. Good times indeed, I really do enjoy their company. The boys kind of had their own thing as far as jokes and impressions, and talking about music from the old days. There wasn't a whole lot I could pitch into the conversation since I forgot a lot about the old songs (or hadn't really heard them), or didn't keep track of the music industry during those times. But I got a kick out of watching them rap together. ;) And they make me laugh.

I hear talk about a graduation party on the 16th of June. Double graduations, and a pitch out there for throwing my birthday in the mix too. I'll have to make sure and see if I'm in town. I don't want to take their spotlight either...not that it would really matter I guess. I know that Tim and Tom have graduation from UCSD on June 18th. I don't know how I'm going to really work all this into my work schedule since it's not exactly easy take off work.

We stopped by Home Depot after hearing that there was some festival-like thing going on in the parking lot, but it was over by the time we got there...so Andrew got a venus fly trap instead. Haha he's so excited about it. I can hear him downstairs talking about the bug he'd caught and is waiting for the plant to eat it.

There's nothing like home. I had gotten tired of this place, but after being gone for only a week, it felt so nice to come back. I do miss it...the people, lifestyle, personal space lol. While I know I'm adaptable, and I'll probably be settled down in a few weeks, I've discovered that I'm just not a big city fan anymore. Visiting is fine...exciting. But city living...it just doesn't feel right anymore. And while I'm liking the thought of my paycheck every week, and it's so easy to meet new people in the city (there's so many of them), I'll be happy when my job is over and I can come back here...home. I can call some people up, probably should. But I'm enjoying just lazying my day away, taking naps, writing, reading, and not doing any work...which now that I just mentioned it, I should probably do some of.

I do miss the days back in Orange County and the type of relationship I had with my friends back then. I used to think that everyone was like us since it's how I grew up, but of course, growing up you find more and more how different everyone is. We used to just show up to each other's houses, unannounced...not to be entertained, but just for company...or to suggest something to do on the town. I'd sit on the phone with Gloria for hours, talking about nothing relevant really and a lot about boys. We had play fights a lot, whether it was tag, wrestling with boys, or throwing pillows at each other. We'd surprise and scare the crap out of one another every once in a while too (Gloria can vouch for the plastic knife incident haha). I am the type to enjoy random company and giving real hugs (like anyone else I'd presume). I don't get pissed of if I'm woken up from a nap or the middle of the night by people I know and instead enjoy the fact that someone was thinking of me lol.

Sigh, me, me, all about me. Sounds silly to write about one's self...but I guess this is my blog. And my journal. And my thoughts. Ah my thoughts...all over the place at times. Boys, food, family, all the things I have to do, things I want to do, the past, the future, how incredibly comfortable my bed is right now...haha at this rate I'll be taking my 4th nap of the day. Maybe you'll discover something new about me. I know that in writing things out...I find out something new about myself all the time. Guess that helps me to grow into who I want to be. I know that I'm oblivious to a lot of things I do and mistakes I make sometime. Writing really does help to sort things out, for me at least.