too too too much

2009-07-14 11:42 p.m.

My hips still hurt from staying in the same posture, driving all over the bay area on Sunday. I went from Fremont to San Francisco, then across the bridge to Berkeley, and finally full circle home to Milpitas. I'm also trying really hard to regulate my sleeping hours since then; Saturday night I slept at 3.30 am only to get up at 6 am and ready for the day.

Ra Ra Riot teamed up with Spin magazine for a cute morning picnic/acoustic set on Sunday morning in Golden Gate park. It was criminally early: 9 am. Everyone gathered on the lawn beside the Conservatory of flowers, and nibbled on the brekkers that Ra Ra Riot was gracious enough to buy and spread out for everyone. They didn't start on time, because the cello was broken, and no one could find a replacement. Most of their songs are complicated beyond acoustic sets already, but the broken cello hurt the most. As such, they could only do two songs, "Each Year" and "Dying is Fine" before they had to leave for Reno. Still, it was worth the drive and getting up so early. It felt special, and it cheered Anton up considerably.

He's fallen in love with the cellist, Alexandra Lawn. He spent most of the time watching her intently, and smiling to himself. Anton got a picture with her and exchanged a few words after they were done playing. For the rest of the day, he couldn't contain himself.

From there, we walked back to the car and drove to the opposite side of the park to the De Young museum. Lenine was convinced that there were free exhibits for us to look at, but it turned out to be just one wing that was free, and the rest was $15 or more to get in to see.

There wasn't anything else to do, so we headed over to Berkeley for lunch and so I could get to my UNA meeting. I had terrible pad thai where the noodles were gummy and there were no dressings to speak of, vegetables, peanuts, or sauce or otherwise. The meeting ran long, and we accomplished little. We had a speaker on collective security, and my eyes kept drooping closed during his lecture. My eyes were closing when I was driving along the foothills to drop off Anton, too.

Since then, I haven't been able to stay awake until a proper time i.e. 10 or 11 pm. I've been succumbing to naps at 5 pm, which in turn makes it impossible for me to sleep later until 2 or 3 am.

Everything's been all fun and games for three or four days, and yet I'm in a bad mood. It's the weather (nigh on 100F) and excess time with my mother (every hour of every day). Grumpy bear. I think I'll sneak out into the hallway and covertly turn on the air conditioning while my dad's not looking. Then I'll overdose on antihistamines. This is unbearable.

Found this carefully crafted Jonas Brothers wallet at Andrew Bennett's house show.

I'm in love with Berkeley.

Especially since they have a t-rex skeleton in one of the halls. I was convinced and insistent that it was real, even though Anton pointed out that it clearly said "cast only". I could have killed him. It's like telling a kid that Santa's not real.

I was 100% covered but my mom told me I was dressed like a slut.

Very intimate. Code for: ill-advertised and poor showing.

History repeats itself. I was disgusting and put it all in my mouth at first, before pulling it back out and giving him half. Then I walked away leaving him holding my gross food.

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