::yawn::
sometimes lazy sundays are good, especially if they have beautimous weather like today. even more so if you’re totally fitted out in a brand new denim wrap dress you just happened to acquire yesterday on a fantabulous shopping trip with the jetta ;)
hmmm…yep yep.
so yeah, i was supposed to do the pub quiz thing with brandon today but was all agonizing all weekend over it because the rockstar wanted to go see the passion of christ today and i was seriously considering blowing off brandon (and anyone else at pub quiz) to do just that with him. yeah, i suck that much — i would totally blow off people who have been fabulous friends to me just because i desperately want to see the rockstar.
ain’t that special?
::special::
well, norah called when i got up and we decided to get lunch at da pho pasteur and whatnot, then she wen to an interview for a new apartment in allston rock city (::crosses fingers:: i hope she gets it), then came back to pick me up for pubquiz. of course during lunch i found out from brandon that he wouldn’t be making it to the nOg today because he had ‘things to do.’ pffffffffffffttttttt!!!!!! and of course i got hella upset and nearly screamed out “FUCK!” in the middle of the restaurant, not necessarily because i was upset that brandon wouldn’t be there (there are plenty of pub quizzes in the future, yo) but more out of frustration because i decided to do the right thing and not blow off my friends for the rockstar then i find out brandon’s blowing me off and i got that horrid sense of regret because i thought ‘damn, i should’ve blown them off!’ ::gah::
kinda like when i flew home for thanksgiving and got a call from the rockstar asking where i was…and that horrible feeling like ‘why did i fly home!?’ and wishing to go back just to be with him. because i am *that* lame. yeah, so i totally felt that and it could only be expressed by telling brandon ‘i hate you,’ which thankfully, he’s used to by now. anyway, tons of people did show up for pubquiz so you know, it’s all good. i just felt like a complete tard for the amount of thought put into going or not going to the pubquiz.
norah & i were a team (duckhunt) and canada mike joined us later, we were doing pretty damend good, despite every fucking round having a ‘famous homosexuals’ question…but alas, we lost to the “al sharpton’s hair” team — dan, krista, lisa & bob.
but the rockstar called about 4 times, first he was too tired to go to the movie (7:40 @ harvard square) then he said he’d walk by and see if there were earlier and whatnot, then he said he wasn’t going to and might see it tomorrow (alone at like 2 p.m.) and blah blah blah pineapple almost cries because of the rockstar #5,748,392. ::suck:: but yeah…i don’t effin’ know what’s going on. oh, and in other news, rockstar has informed me his band name is “a-patch-e”…isn’t that fabulous? he also almost got in a fight with whoever the dude was that answered Stupid Name Girl’s phone and threatened him, but he’s ‘done with her forever’ because of her being crazy or something. yeah, who gives a fuck.
::growl::
pub quiz went ok and dan gave me a ride home, which was uber nice of him. then i was considering doing laundry but ultimately was tired and whatnot and ended up chillaxin’ at home watching a selena concert on the spanish network and taking mild interest in the oscars, but not a whole hell of a lot.
then rockstar came online and basically told me he likes his new job (kinda), he enjoys watching curb your enthusiasm, he’s in a second band called ‘yag’ because it’s a cover band and cover bands are gay they wanted it to be called gay backwards, hence the ‘yag’…special, eh? yep, that’s my rockstar.
oh wait…he’s not mine…
