sad blah blah sad
May. 28th, 2005 04:54 pmEveryone is moving away. Which is nice, because I'm tired of living in close proximity to everyone I know here. I read the many posts of
donkeyfly this morning, these make me unbearably homesick without fail. Why am I still in California? I ask myself this several times a day.
For a change of scenery and an excuse to find reasons to talk myself into loving Berkeley, I left to go see the Retro Redhead, who was swing dancing in Sproul Plaza, the main square on the UC Berkeley campus. It's a lovely sunny day, things are in bloom, there's a strong breeze keeping the heat to a minimum. Most of the undergrads are gone and the town doesn't seem too crowded, frenetic, or overrun with cutesy 19 year olds (says the old fogey who looks 19 herself). The Retro Redhead was sad too; she found out today that the guy she's been crushing on for months is seeing someone. Where, she asks me, is she going to find another cool vegan who likes to swing dance? She and I danced a little and then walked down Telegraph to check out the new American Apparel store that just opened. I want some nice new t-shirts - no ethical quandries here (not counting their lame advertising). However, I still have no job, and since the undergrads are gone, business is slow and hours are getting shortened at the bookstore. Sigh. No new clothes for me. I had 5$ noodles for lunch.
More sad news upon coming home. My bestest friend did not get the job she's been pursuing for months, which puts her in an awkward position. And, the apartment Adam and I really really wanted has been rented out from under us. Back to the drawing board.
I am going to go crawl into bed for a while. Then I will put on the nicest outfit I own, a black strapless cotton dress with heels, the same thing I wore last weekend for graduation, and head into the city for another graduation party. My very good friend's father, who has recently come into Google money, has a fancy new house and is hosting the party, complete with copious hors doeuvre and valet parking. I'm sure my spirits will be better by the end of the night.
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For a change of scenery and an excuse to find reasons to talk myself into loving Berkeley, I left to go see the Retro Redhead, who was swing dancing in Sproul Plaza, the main square on the UC Berkeley campus. It's a lovely sunny day, things are in bloom, there's a strong breeze keeping the heat to a minimum. Most of the undergrads are gone and the town doesn't seem too crowded, frenetic, or overrun with cutesy 19 year olds (says the old fogey who looks 19 herself). The Retro Redhead was sad too; she found out today that the guy she's been crushing on for months is seeing someone. Where, she asks me, is she going to find another cool vegan who likes to swing dance? She and I danced a little and then walked down Telegraph to check out the new American Apparel store that just opened. I want some nice new t-shirts - no ethical quandries here (not counting their lame advertising). However, I still have no job, and since the undergrads are gone, business is slow and hours are getting shortened at the bookstore. Sigh. No new clothes for me. I had 5$ noodles for lunch.
More sad news upon coming home. My bestest friend did not get the job she's been pursuing for months, which puts her in an awkward position. And, the apartment Adam and I really really wanted has been rented out from under us. Back to the drawing board.
I am going to go crawl into bed for a while. Then I will put on the nicest outfit I own, a black strapless cotton dress with heels, the same thing I wore last weekend for graduation, and head into the city for another graduation party. My very good friend's father, who has recently come into Google money, has a fancy new house and is hosting the party, complete with copious hors doeuvre and valet parking. I'm sure my spirits will be better by the end of the night.