my summer is fantastically and blandly amazing. i can't even tell you what i did yesterday, because all the days are bleeding into each other and i don't remember what i pulled out of the closet to wear (travesty!) much less what i did, who i saw. i've been working a lot, gaining a ton of new experiences and kissing asses and getting all the newsroom gossip and - surprising even myself - working really hard at it, kicking butt, and taking names.

i don't get to see my friends as often as i did, say, last summer because of our clashing work schedules, but when i do, it's mostly to stand in line at pinkberry, scream and keysmash on twitter over world cup results, ponder which movie to see, or look up cuisines we haven't tried on urban spoon. after being verbally molested by teenage boys at stellas coffeehaus, alex and i migrated over to the 24/hr starbucks by barnes and noble with the garden cafe (more realistically, a bunch of tables, spindly chairs, and ottomans set up on the street backlit by the lights shining through from b&n), where, after the sun goes down, it turns into a melting pot of different languages and people and age niches, and the crowd is so, so cool. i love it. mostly we sit with our coffees (read: chai tea lattes) and be pretentious and gossip and blab about world cup. and occasionally watch alex get hit on by weird middle eastern men who attempt to bribe her with chocolates that i end up eating.

we've been eating at dim sum on federal a lot, lollicup for bubble tea even more often where i have finally switched from jasmine milk tea to green apple black iced tea, and last week alex and i went to a persian restaurant on colorado blvd that got great reviews and NO WONDER, because the food was phenomenal. so fresh, and flavorful, and for the first time in a while did i not even think about adding sriracha lmao. we're definitely going back. (and we also bumped into connie and andrew; alex was like, "i feel like you know those people" and i look over and lol, it's condrew!).

i've also been to a slew of high school graduation parties as this time more of a chaperone than a ... partier... and it's frightening me a little how much i have grown. daren reminded me that college seniors are the people who we thought were old NOT when we were in middle school, NOT when we were in high school, but when we were COLLEGE FRESHMAN. yes. when i was in college at eighteen, i thought the twenty-one/two year olds were ancient shit. and now i am one. 8| (everybody is getting old though: teddy is getting married, ivo has his own apt, kevin and GRACE (!! jfc i hope she survives) are going off to college, daren is graduating college in december, mike moved to arkansas for his career, xiao is.... xiao)

i have figured out, though, that i am so old now that i'm getting lax even about holidays i used to give a shit about. maybe it's that you need a boyfriend in order to be excited over things like this, but for the fourth of july, i woke up not expecting a thing at all. it was nice, though: church; pho for lunch with the twins and carol and chris and ningning and daren actually came; shopping with daren where, predictably, i spent too much again (but $135 for seven items of clothing is a good thing i think, and oh GOD how i have missed shopping); dinner at home where the power went out two seconds after i turned on the tv and then it started pelting rain-then-hail-then-rain-again for the next five hours. after twiddling our thumbs in the dark for about three hours with a lot of whining on qin's part, dad took us driving to aurora mc just to see if they'd have fireworks despite the storm, and they did. we stayed in our car to watch them go off for about half an hour, and oh my gosh it was so amazing. i always am blown away by fireworks probably because it's something of which the mechanics i will never understand. anyway, i'm glad we went. the power was still off (and it was still raining, hard) when we returned home, and we lit all my candles that i haven't used since i've been away at college and talked on my parents' bed in the dark until the power finally came back on again at around 11:30 pm. we are so pathetic, though, whinging about the lack of electricity for a few hours and being absolutely bored to tears: we'd never survive in the stone age.

i think i'm in a summer rut, though. i've been thinking about things to do to change it up a little, and idk, maybe going to see a rapids game bc i love soccer and how bad can it be, or trying that ethiopian restaurant i found, or going to body world, or elitches since we haven't all been to an amusement park in ages. ALSO, you know, clubbing and barhopping (!!!!!!!) and sleeping over at claire's in our drunken hazes once she gets back from italy in two weeks. plus, much more of wandering around her fantastic old neighborhood and sushi den and india on pearl and such (+ her sobbing all over us about devin and her fucked up state of mind about boys, greaaaat i'm so excited).

aaand that's about it for now. i am sitting on my bed in a thong on a day that I Do Not Want to Be In A Thong. which means it's:
-laundry time. i also have to
-go grocery shopping,
-mail out two checks for rent,
-write some fic on my list,
-online shop at AE tomorrow before their supermegasale goes away,
-call my doctor to make an appointment,
-bag up the clothes i dont want to sell to plato's closet when i go up to boulder to see daren on wednesday, and
-finish designing a shirt to send to xiao for cxr.
wtf??? who am i? like, a... middle-aged..... teenager in a tutu and her mother's shoes. i guess this is growing up.

oh, three more random thoughts:

(one) world cup started out disappointing me with how badly all the supposedly good teams were doing, all the portugal games ended stressing me out wayyyyy too much because of how emotionally invested i now am in them despite it not being my dream team '06 anymore, and i am so crushed that portugal struck out so early. i am decidedly bitter towards the refs, c.ron for being a baby-daddy and not being more present, and most of all, carlos queiroz who as far as i am concerned can just go die in a horrible fucking fire for all the good he's done for the team, because he's done absolutely nothing except make terrible sub-ins and not let deco play his last tourney. fucking a-hole. he strengthened up the defense, fine, but big lot of help it did for v. spain. oh well. i have decided i am going to actively follow man.u again this next season, as well as pick up following real madrid even though my former feelings for that club were not so nice thanks to elias lol, and start saving up for wc2014.

(two) josh randomly texted me during portugal v. spain about the game, and then never texted back. i do not like being a disposable friend, as i have recently discovered that which i am. i thought our friendship was good enough to weather college and time apart but apparently he has no active desire to keep me in his life, or keep up his end of communication at all except on odd days where portugal plays a formidable opponent and he remembers me as the Girl He Used to Know Who Loves Portugal. or like the last time he texted me, when cuse was beaten by butler and he texted me about our fucking basketball team. that time i got him to say we'd actually catch up this summer, but nah, he's apparently forgotten that too. fucker. have a nice life.

(three) i am breaking out all over my face. this rarely happens. i don't know why. it's gross.

mood_ lazy
music_ take it slow - taeyang
crave_ persian foooood

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