| | See? However, I moved all my stuff to Reno (and by "I" I mean Sterling Frank and myself), and my roomate took all of her stuff. So, while I'm not actually going to LIVE in Reno until the 23rd, all my stuff is there. MEANING: I have my computer, but my roomate took the modem, so I have NO INTERNET UNTIL THE 23RD!!!!
Yeah... I'm a little freaked myself. My neopets are going to DIE, I feel awful.
HOWEVER: I really wanted to talk about last night, not about how internetless my life is lately (am currently at my parents getting my air conditioning in my car fixed, hence the entry).
Sterling and I had our last night out, er, last night. I spent the afternoon looking for a blouse, because he's seen everything else I own many times. I got into a fight with frank whilst shopping, but we found one, purple and lacy with plenty of cleavage, but still looks decent.
SO, Sterling shows up at my house at eight thirty (ish). And then he tells me that he's already eaten, so we decide to go to the shindig at his neighbors house, for the free food. Oh man, I don't know what made me think that a college party with his roomates sounded like a good idea. It wasn't awful, I just didn't have a good time, I REALLY don't like his roomates, ESPECIALLY when they're drunk. He could tell I wasn't enjoying myself, so we left after like half an hour (by then he had consumed one, at most three drinks, hard to tell how they mixed 'em). I was glad to go, I was almost out of ways to look cool sitting against a wall and shouting.
So, we head to the bank, and I'm recounting my fight with Frank over shopping, and he says, "so, did you end up buying anything?" Man, if I ever needed proof he doesn't see me as a woman, that was it. This ontop of the uncomfortable party, almost made me cry, I didn't cry, we handled it well (by him apologizing and I changing the subject). Then, since we had time to kill, we went to my place and saw episodes of Futurama. THEN we went dancing.
It was fun, the music wasn't incredible (the upstairs DJ changed it back to rap again), but we had at least two sets worth of good music on both floors. He got a nice beer, that was really scarily expensive (hate to know what a mixed drink costs). So, after the music started sucking, we left. Again, we were only there an hour...whoops. At least the bouncers were really nice this time.
So, we went back to my place, and I proceeded to get really drunk, alone (he didn't want anything... sigh, its definently a pattern). And I stopped breathing for a while, but I threw up and felt better. So, after that, any magic last moments we might of had were kind of gone. I mean, I brushed my teeth, but I am sure I smelled, and he did rub my back, but it was more of a rub you might give to sad puppy. Then we said goodbye and I went to bed.
It was an alright night, I love spending time with him. I'm going to miss him like hell. However, it wasn't the night I had planned and look forward to all week... which is okay I guess.
Real life is not as cool as film life.
I should get me a film life.
PS (I'll type you next time I get internet, I'm going to DC[!] next weekend!!!)
posted by Amber at 3:51 PM
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