Parties

Do not look back in anger, or forward in fear, but around in awareness.
— James Thurber

cogent \KOH-juhnt\, adjective:
Having the power to compel conviction; appealing to the mind or to reason; convincing.

Goodness, I missed an entry, and I can’t do this one justice because I have got horrible cramps. I took four painkillers in two days, but still managed to have crazy weird crying dreams and pain all today at work. Sometimes, it is easier being a man.

So I went to Elizabeth’s with Emma yesterday. It is becoming a tradition, and it seems to mean I have to host them for lunch and fun next time. The three of us manage to find something to do. We ate, and then watched the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show 2003 and 2005, both of which I have seen. Emma hadn’t, and we just talked about models and their craziness. Emma drove me to Chinatown to pick up a Nepoleon cake loaf for Leah’s birthday. There was an earthquake at 8:30 when the room was loud, and full of people. The quake was 4.5 or something and was from the Canadian Shield. It happened really quickly. Something fell onto the floor, and that was pretty much it. I saw a lot of high school people whom I usually do not stay in contact with again. I like Leah’s party even though I get music envy from her household, and I get in my usual mixed state in large social gatherings. At least it’s with mildly interesting people rather than when one goes clubbing. Clubbing is boring.

Emma got me my birthday gift: a Starbucks gift card and an starter Italian parlsey herb growing kit. She got the latter because I really liked her mom’s as I want to grow plants such as herbs for awhile. I think I have only gone to a Starbucks once before, and the cappuccino gave me a headache. To be fair, this was when I started drinking the beverages.

I have been writing a long fictional story which I have even given a somewhat corny working title.

I am going to write a kissing scene now.

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