desolation angels: hookah and children
i don’t know why i’m running myself so hard. i’m running as if i were in training. training for what? it takes up the better part of the afternoon. i see myself in the mirror and i know i’m not the same person i was in high school, and a little of that bothers me. i guess i’m taking out frustration. frustration for the last four years that i haven’t had a healthy way to vent. frustrated to be frustrated i guess.
hookah and children
i met up with fieman and we had lunch at zeeks. he has his shiny sport truck here from hawaii, and i realize it’s been a while since i’ve seen a hawaii license plate. we met ross at his house and went downtown to a teahouse in international district and played snakes and ladders. i won.
i’d seen this flyer for a bubble festival at the science center. i assumed it was like the arab festival, that it was probably near the fountain and it would be free. but it wasn’t. i was more disappointed then fieman and ross but i’m sure they were disappointed too. even if they didn’t show it. right. we went to the melting pot and i had ONE lemon drop and was tipsy. we ended up at mike’s house waiting for whitling to show so we could go to some hookah bar in pioneer square. it took a long time to get it together to go to the hookah bar, and when we got there it was like an underage haven. a lot of people got kicked out. i think we were the oldest people there and it weirded me out.
kat got into the uw so i’m pretty excited for her. i wanted to go to the beach this week but a) i have no money and no job so that’s no good and b) this wedding i have to go to. the last few weddings i’ve been to have made me feel awkward. but it will make my mom happy, and i like to make my mom happy.
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