I've even raped and killed a mountain panda in the hills of Shaanxi.

Pear cider.

(The liquor store downtown closes at 6pm.)

I had the BEST bus driver tonight. He announced every single stop, noting who wanted which one (by "ma'am" or "sir"), and drove pretty damn fast when no one wanted to get off. And some of his buddies got on the bus, and one of them was a bit down, and he gave the guy an inspirational speech that could have been from a pulpit. Also, he shamed a pregnant lady who was smoking at a stop (she was with one of the aforementioned friends).

Also, he looked like a movie star.

I made some sugar syrup last night, because Reg and I are sweet tooth fiend types. And cold alcoholic beverages don't mix so well with normal sugar. The point of all this is that I made some daiquiris and got silly. On the rocks. They kinda were more like mojitos except without the shitty mint. Totally fucking excellent, and if someone will get me more Cruzan white rum I'll make more.

um why is half my friends list drunk?

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The other joyful conversation this weekend was with girlstyle about drinking. When we were younger, of course, we drank to get wasted cheaply, which amounted to, usually, drinking kool-aid with vodka or just a few shots right away. Whereas now we go to bars or clubs and have maybe one or two drinks an hour, which, after three or four hours, is a lot more alcohol. And hence leads to worse hangovers. So, I'm going to try an experiment next time I go out, and do the college drinking thing, see what happens.

Oh, by the way, as it is SEVENTEEN DAYS left till my birthday, I will provide a list of things I want:

a new job
Appleton Rum
Soulseek download privileges
tickets to X-Dream or Mono
more here

I am at home!
Whee!

I re-read the entire Invisibles series, which is a lot easier once you realize that a) GM is completely fucking insane b) so treat it like the God bullshit in Narnia or something. I mean, once you treat the underlying "conspiracy theories" as a given, like pretending Jesus is real, the story follows a lot better. Oddly enough this also prevented any sleep-anxiety that usually results in ultra-violent "people killing people" kinds of stories. Good to know, I guess.

Started, finally, Season 2 of the Office. Tim is less depressing but David is moreso. Oh, man.

Friday night Reg picked me up right after work and we went to Ray's Boathouse to eat and watch the sunset. He suggested we split a bottle of wine, which was like WOAH but hey. Of course on the way home he kept saying we should buy more wine, but I think he's ok now. I fell asleep for three hours then went to Sid's with him and Ash and Cris.

Yesterday I made cupcakes and bought a cheap little computer desk thingy from Storables, as well as expensive olive oil, basalmic vinegar, and fresh-baked bread. Mmmm. Well, the desk thingy wasn't that tasty, but it's decent. We met up with Fritz & Steve and their hos, cos Fritz got his green card, and then to Pat's party. Which was shockingly dead, so we went to Russ and Summer's, which was pretty much better. Invited everyone we knew back to our place, and at 5am I fucking passed the hell out.

I forgot how many drinks I bought the other night, so I didn't really have the moola to buy any presents. Not that I'm buying presents for anyone but Reg and Steve, but you know. Reg and I have "been together" about a year, and I didn't get him shit last year, so I'm trying to make things rock'n'roll now.

I still wandered around various stores downtown looking for the shit I wanted, though, so Friday I can just zoom in and out really quickly. However I hadn't had an afternoon snack, so I finally collapsed at the Taco Del Mar at Westlake and got the Super Nachos. Which were damn super, I have to say. MMM growl good.

I then, for some unknown reason, had parts of the Buffy Musical stuck in my head. And as I taped the first half of that season, I hooked up my VCR as soon as I got home. But it wasn't working, so I swapped the AV cords to the front ports of my tv and then it worked. Strange. I wasn't really watching the first couple of episodes, since they were sort of slow and dull, instead I:
• made more mix CD copies
• converted Madvillainy and Resist to MP3 Pro format (half the size for the Lyra)
• talked to my mother - er, rather, listened to her talk
• transfered CDs from old vinyl nasty book to soft-lined pages
• re-read all of my Strangers in Paradise TBPs

Reg came home briefly. I offered to make him steak while he showered, but he respectfully declined. So, he showered and shaved and then pretty much went back to his paper.

I found a Soma and took it before the musical started. It was late and I was all jazzed (no pun intended), but I lost most of my energy at last and fell asleep before midnight. Although my bedtime is usually before eleven, so I was a little cranky when Reg got home.

Actually, I wasn't cranky then, but two hours later, when the Soma wore off and he (claims that he) kissed me, I woke up fully, hot and dry-mouthed, and got really cranky. I still couldn't fall asleep, though, and Reg claimed that all the uppers were preventing him from sleeping. So I attempted to exhaust him. Pretty easy.

man, this weekend looks like it's booked already. Tonight just might be fun too.

I invented a new drink:

2 parts Kahlua + 2 parts Bailey's + 3 parts diet coke + ice

it's not bad. what should I call it?

edit: I was sorta thinking "the sober russian"

I'm over halfway through now, just finished the History of Atlantis bit. Stopped to watch part of The Royal Tenenbaums because that movie breaks my heart. Well, at least, the Richie/Margot in the tent with Rolling Stones playing always brings me as close to tears as this cold dead cynical heart can get. It's so John Irving man.
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Last night I told one of the Romanians that I wanted to join a gym, and he seemed utterly confused as to why a girl in my shape would want to do that. I was flattered but told him that I wanted to be able to kick people's asses, and also about the Gwen Stefani stomach goal. Then I made him punch me in the gut (not hard). I'm doing pretty well in the muscular stomach department, though I still have a bit of pudge covering it all.

I drank a shot of Jaeger, sips of an LIT, a rum and Coke and a Vodka Red Bull last night. For some reason this was enough to keep me going till past 5am. Partly I was just wired, happy to be out with the guys, partly I'm sure it was the caffeine. It just affects me so much. I don't know, I mean clearly I have to drink far less alcohol than the guys I hang out with, but I'm expected to drink just as much caffeine?