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| 20 jul 2001 that's me with the soon-to-be-newlyweds (well, not really... next september) dave and carolyn.� by the time they get married, they'll have gone out for just under TEN years.� isn't that amazing?� a lot of MARRIAGES don't even last that long!� that's not to say that those two haven't gone through hard times in their relationship, but... they've stuck it out, and soon they're gonna tie the knot.� how sweet. both of them were in my freshman dorm, and they were the first dormcest couple of happen... a few months later, alan and jan got together, then me and kristie followed suit.� dormcest is cool... lots of contact with the significant other.� so much proximity... makes for an accelerated relationship, methinks... so.� of the drawgroup of eight... we've got: jeremy - married kate jack - married amy matt - married beth-ann alex - engaged to ellen dave - engaged to carolyn alan - going out with rainbow for like 8 years jay - going out with stef for like 3-4 years dardy - single HAHAHA.� yup.� i'm the odd one out.� crazy, huh?� i guess marriage must be contagious or something.� i'm not feeling the marriage pressure just yet, because i'm like 2 years younger than everyone else. so yeah.� went home a little early yesterday and stopped by safeway.� blew $100 on paper plates, chips, salsa, bowls, beer, etc.� i lugged all the shit home, took a shower, and hopped on to jeremy and kate's bbq for dave and carolyn.� i only stayed there for an hour, so i gobbled down a double turkey burger for heading off to lucy's tea house. there, i met up with bill, rita, amms, and edge.� i'm sure they all have their updates up by now, so yay!� multiple point of views in the coverage!� that's neat.� i walked up to the window, and i spied eric wearing his trademark BLACK.� i just stood there, waiting for him to recognize me.� heh.� of course i had a cigarette in my hand, because usually when i walk around, i like to smoke. yeah, i wore my white hilfiger vest.� it was a stab at me saying that eric always wears his black GHETTO noth face vest.� yup. as expected, pretty much everyone had brought a digital camera.� i didn't take any pictures.� i guess i just figured there would be enough snaps going around.� apparently, some elder couple sitting at another table was eyeing us with some disdain.� probably because we were all camera freaks.� but they just don't fucking understand.� we're online journalists! we had some conversation.� some geek talk.� not by me, of course... hee hee.� but i did notice some weird silences when all of us were just sitting there.� hm.� i wonder if this little clique hasn't been quite broken in yet.� i mean, we know certain things about each other from reading our journals... but that friendly atmosphere in real-life hasn't been quite developed yet.� maybe.� maybe i'm being paranoid again. eric's got a lot of random knowledge.� "do you know a gecko BONDS to the surface atomically?"� uh...� i think we'd kick ass on trivial pursuit.� just to let you know, my team has yet to lose.� ha! he's also a little edgier than his website shows... not to embarrass him or anything, but his mind is not quite clean.� which is a GOOD thing, mind you.� shocker!� eric swears!� he speaks flatulence!� what, is he gonna lose his readers now?� sheesh, man. i noticed his hands.� they look experienced and very capable of handling things.� you can take that in a perverted way, i guess, but that's not what i really mean.� it's just that certain hands give off an air of confidence and stability.� you know what i mean? taboo gives us opportunities to try to be funny.� but basically, it can allow you to appear to have a dirty mind, i think.� like somebody says, "oh, this is something people do..." and you just blurt out "ASSREAM"� now.� did you really think that?� i guess you did, because you said it.� but why didn't your censor it?� because there's no way that "assream" could be the word... so you're just making a joke right?� hm.� but i will hand it to you that you thought of it.� so that's saying something.� i dunno.� it's a little hokey sometimes.� but i still do it. when i got home, i was kind of buzzing with excitement.� maybe it was the party.� maybe it was finally meeting eric.� but basically, i tossed and turned for an hour, so i decided i was nowhere close to sleep.� i got up, put on some boxers, and got on AIM.� i figured eric would be up because he'd be updating. we chatted for like an hour.� one of the first things eric asked me about was my tourette's.� i was ticcing a bit (my wheezing tic mainly) at lucy's.� i noticed rita and amms saw my tics.� but yeah.� i guess i was a little nervous or something.� but then again, i also tic more when i'm comfortable among my peers, so maybe that was it. in any case, he asked me about my tics, and i really respect that.� i'm all open about my TS, but it's really up to my friends to initiate the questions out of their own curiosity.� i know a lot of people might think it's really odd and freaky, so they don't say anything out of their own fear or discomfort.� it takes a certain kind of forthrighteousness (is that a fucking word?) to bring it up out into the open. damn.� i had a lot more i wanted to say, i think, but apparently this sleep thing has erased parts of my memory.� but in any case, after first e-mailing eric back in march, i'm glad i finally got to meet him.� heh.� i'll see him tonight, tomorrow morning, tomorrow night... that's a lot of contact! fuckin' A.� amms is sick today.� i was really counting her to be my drinking buddy tonight.� this illness thing is just timed really badly.� i'm sick, she's sick.� what the fuck?� my plan is still to get rip-roaring drunk tonight.� i'll just pay for it later, i guess.� it's strange how we subject ourselves knowingly to the consequences.� are we STUPID creatures or what? i mean, why do i eat jack in the box jalepeno poppers when i know they'll fuck up my system later?� (fiery asshole, need i remind you?)� it's all about immediate gratification vs. future penance. oh well.� my head's kind of in a cloud right now.� i'm sniffling, coughing.� oh, and i puked like 8 times yesterday.� just yacked bile up in the loading docks a few minutes ago.� what the hell is wrong with me...� oye vay. let the party begin. |