June 24th 2014

The date was nice and interesting, for reasons to be told later. So I'm going to give a brief summary of what happened, if that's okay. So I picked her up at 20:05, because I couldn't find matching socks. Usually it's "Life is too short to find matching socks", but know, I was nervous. I even styled my hair. Usually I like it messy, but does she? Answer is yes. Anyways, she literally is staying next door, so I would hardly call it picking up. Anyways, we walked to this restaurant that's about 5 blocks away. We got to know each other a little. So when we entered the restaurant, it was packed. Wait was an hour, or should have been. My friend, the one that I went to that college town with, works there, to my surprise. He hooked us up with a table, and he was also our waiter. This is where things got interesting. He started to tell my date all of these things we used to do together. Almost like a parent would. And at one point he saw her getting up to use the restroom. He stopped her and said "You can't leave him. You're an important piece to his little girl harem (a manga and anime style that has one person, typically a male, having three or more love interests of the same or opposite gender depending on what type of harem it is)". She got the reference as faster than he said it. When she came back she slapped me. I had to explain that my friend was an asshole. I don't even get why he said little girl. She's on the petite side but not a fucking child. My friend even sent someone to sing to us. And he even got us a cheap, when I say cheap I mean dollar store quality, wine. Like powdered alcohol put into grape juice kinda cheap. Fucking love him. You know you're good friends with someone if they pull that shit. Next time I find him with a female I'll pretend to be his boyfriend. I don't care what people think, I gotta get back at him. Anyways, I found out that she likes Nietzsche. I like him too, despite mine being against nihilism. But he was vastly misunderstood, especially by those Christians that made "God is Not Dead", that god awful movie making fun of one of my heroes. They hardly even analysed his agreement at all. Anyways, when we walked back, it started to rain. We were joking the whole time. And when I went to "drop her off", we kissed. First time that's ever happened to me. Friday is the next date, can't wait. But I also have a voice in the back of my head telling me to wake up. It's kinda disturbing that I can think so negatively.

So work was actually really fun today. Usually it's just fun, but this time it was more than just that. After work I went home and almost threw a cat out of the window. Totally by accident. Kinda. The cats depend on me too much. I'm the only one awake at 2, so they come to me for a midnight snack and food. That annoys me greatly. Their wet food is horrible. It smells funny and probably comes from other cats.

Story Time. When I was living back in GA, my sister had a cat. This cat was awesome. It played fetch, and hunted, and loved people. He was amazing. On one Easter, my favorite grandmother came from Cali to help us celebrate. She's my favorite because she taught me to question everything. And you're proabbly thinking, "how can you have a favorite, there's only two grandmothers to pick from". And there you are wrong. I have 5 grandmothers, very, very complicated family I have. Fucking ADHD... Anyways, I won't censor myself and get straight onto the story. On Easter morning, the cat decided to kill an entire family of rabbits and leave them by the back door for my grandmother to see. The rabbits were all missing ears, and some were missing heads. Not a day before did Grandma say "90% of people eat the ears of there Easter Rabbits first". The cat did just that. Luckily, my grandmother has a great sense of humor and no sense of superstition (that's why I fucking love her). She took pictures and showed us them. My sister was delighted, I was impressed, and my brother was mortified. She then coined the phrase, "90% of cats eat the ear of the easter rabbits first". Cat ran away once we moved up north, but he was great cat. He was originally a stray that followed me and my sister on Christmas Eve. Great cat.

My sister may come up soon. Looking forward to that. Kinda. I gotta get one of my roommates out of the house place first. He saw a picture of her and is a little weird when I mention her. Plus, she'll bring her boyfriend and I don't want any of my roommates to be hurt.

I was thinking about becoming a vegetarian. Then again, I hate not being able to have meet and the argument of "If slaughter house had glass walls" doesn't work on me. I used to hunt animals for food and for sport. Gore does not bother me, nor does blood. It's scary when you wake up covered in it, cause all you can think is, "Am I dead?! Did I kill someone?! Do I have AIDS?!". Still the best prank that was ever pulled on me. I was thinking of becoming a vegetarian for at least a little because you can't truly hate something till you experience it yourself. I hate the vegan-negative arguments. They're easy to refute and those people tend to be snotty and self righteous. Not all of them, but a good number.

So many die everyday. I'm surprised we have that much people.

I kinda wish America had a birth laws. Like "you can only have two children". I feel this place is getting too damn crowded.

English is funny. They're many that agree but taking Latin opened my eyes a little.

I once got a sun burn while in a car with tinted window. Pale people problems. I hate being pale and having blue eyes. You can't keep your eyes open when the sun is out during the summer. It's too bright. I can keep one open, then I sneeze three time, and then my eyes are kinda adjusted. There's a reason for that. Blue are a mutation from Europe, the cloudy cold dark place. That means that blue eyes are more sensitive to light. Yay, I get to be blind for the first five minutes when I go outside. Fuck you people that think my eyes are pretty. You don't know the pain. I've also been told that my eyes look like glass sometimes. I found that weird.

I love Mondays, because other's hate them. I hate Thursdays, because of why not?

I ran out of things to think and type of.