27th
11-25
so, today was thanksgiving and it was pretty sweet. the fam all got together at the arc and we had some deelish delites to nosh on. some legit food stuffs. man, i hate the word legit. anywho, this year’s thanksgiving blew last year’s thanksgiving outta the water because mom was actually here this year. i love that woman. she really outdid herself, she did. we had a buttery, moist turkey a la bro and mam. twas good, t’was.
i even had some apple pie, pumpkin, pecan, and asian cake. made with asians.. probably by asians too.
i regret not keeping diary entries more frequently, especially since starting school at ucsd. so much has happened since then, and i don’t know if i’ll remember it all. shame shame shamey shame shame. i’ve met a lotta people. i’ve been more social than i ever was/ ever thought possible. well, i’ve always believed in myself or fantasized about this alter-ego where i’m a social butterfly with all the confidence in the world. and i’m not gonna lie tumblr, i kinda am.
here’s the thing though. the attractive spark that most of the people i’ve met seem to have, is fading. by now i’ve lost the socializing high. people just seem like regular, even below average people. and i’m so casual with everyone, i guess they think it’s okay to talk about rating systems for girls and how fuckable everyone is, making crude jokes and whatnot. and sometimes there’s touching involved. i don’t know what it is with these guys..thinkin its okay to touch the goods like my back or my knee/ leg n’ crap. probably because i give them the vibe that i won’t protest/ fight it. you know, theyz just be testing the waters and all.
dude, i have been thinkin about sunny man. sunny alfonzo. and the funny thing is that i didn’t even like the guy all that much. look, that’s what happens when you mack with a stranger all night while you’re sober. you understand. what a load of bull.
guys shouldn’t be mackin on chicks when they probably have a girlfriend that i didn’t care to ask about. and guys shouldn’t pile on the compliments of deception (check it: oh you’re so beautiful, oh i really really like you and you’re really cool et cetera…i’ll call you when i’m down because i’m from there and visit all the damn time). i tried to fight it, i did. i played off the compliments and just joked it off (“you have good taste”), but he is good. he knows how to play the game of getting girls to like you and making them feel sorta shitty. who does that? i mean, clearly i’m venting and i know that i should’ve expected this and just chock it up to what happens in sb stays in sb halloween style.
peace, i’m outtie.
“they have delusions of grandeur” -elmo
