carpedick

Ok, so I was going to confront Derek, but opted to give him a note that spelled out our complaints, and let him argue them if he felt the need. We opted to give him the ultimatum that if he ever let anyone smoke inside the house again, that he would pay for the couch to be cleaned, rather than have him pay a portion now. I know, I know…aren’t we nice.

The other items were as follows:

Never have anyone over and up that late again (5 am), since both J and myself were unable to sleep until all the noise quieted down.

Stop drinking my nonfat milk. His doctor told him to drink 4 cups a day to put on some weight. Doesn’t make much sense though since my milk is nonfat and won’t help weight gain.

Stop eating our food unless he decides to give us food money or pay us back, since the food we have is the food we have for the rest of the month, and when it goes, we no eatie.

And lastly, (this came up as we came home from something else) turn off the freakin lights. Left on the living room lights again, with the curtains wide open. (yes, hello is this 976-thief, no one is at my home, wanna see if we have anything you like?)

I doubt he’ll respond, just like last time, but at least I’ll have the satisfaction of knowing I got it off my chest. However, I’ve come to the conclusion that all words spoken from me to him will be in letter form. Since, god knows what his mood will be from day to day and whether he’ll pull an attitude or not when something is said to him.

Last, J and I went to my friend Linda’s house last night. In case I didn’t mention it before, her brother was killed in south sac on Friday the 8th. The guy stole his car, but admitted to police that he shot him because her brother was gay. Messed up. More messed up is the fact that Matthew Shepard and some little cross dressing queen get more media play than her brother because her brother is older, and I think the world likes to abhor violence against teens and young folks, while violence against older folks is less interesting. I’m going to bring up this at the meeting at Lambda this week. Even though technically I’m too old to be there, I feel it’s an issue worth mentioning. And hopefully I can get some information for my friend, so she can have some legal support, or whatever she may need.

Oh, sorry, one more thing, just talked to my cousin. I haven’t mentioned him before, but his name is Dakota (Kody for short). Both J and I, myself for longer, have thought that he was gay. You tell me. He’s 17 almost 18, brown hair (bleached), skinny (as tall as me, and probably 140 or 150), dances (semi-professionally), is effeminate in his likes and dislikes, and to date I’ve never seen him with a girlfriend of any sort. I’m not trying to say that he is gay for sure, but I’ve suspected it. And it’d be cool to have another gay family member, since I’m the only one right now. And out of all of them, he’d be the one that I’d pick. However, since I used to hang out with him when I and he were younger, god knows what the family would say if he came out. They’d probably think I’d molested him. Anyways, FYI, in case I mention him in the future.

K, I’m out, time to wait for J to pick me up…..grrrr.

Why? …., ok, I’ll start at the beginning

11 pm last night, wait…before that…

8 pm, Jason and I start talking about doing the dishes and start doing them a few moments later. Derek still never once offers to help. I don’t think the boy is every going to grow up and be mature. You’d think a sense of responsibility would kick in somewhere.

That got me off on a bad foot. Add to that, that 2 days prior, he ate 1/2 of the cookie dough that was remaining, which would come out to about 1/2 a lb. What a pig.

Ok, so 11 pm, Jason, Derek, and I go to UPS. We’re interested in making some extra money and the workout can’t hurt, not to mention the benefits sound great, and the hours work with my current schedule. We go through the tour and J and I have interviews set up for Monday. Cool.

We come home, relax and head to bed. Derek leaves at some point. The next thing I know, I hear him and his friends that he brought over watching a movie, this was around 2 am. I then spend the next 3 hours tossing and turning while he alternates between the movie, laughing loud, talking loud, and playing a vide gam, Frequency, should I ever meet the inventor of the game he will die. Around 5, I hear him leave, and still hear the game going. I figure it’s rotating through a title screen and go to turn it off. Before I walk into the living room I see one of his friends on the couch, playing the game, so I veer off into the bathroom. Wait a few….then go back to the bedroom, and tell Jason that I just smelled smoke in the living room. Cigarette smoke. I want to confront him when he gets back, so when I hear him come in and go into the bathroom, I start to head out and catch him just as he’s getting out of the bathroom. I ask him about the smoke, and he nonchalantly answers, “oh yeah, we had the door open”, so I ask, “Was he smoking outside?”, he says, “No, he was inside, but we had the door open”, imagine the last part with a slight inflection, as though the door being open should’ve solved the problem, so he didn’t see why I was upset. Now, tonight he will know why I was upset. I woke up in the morning, with 3 whole hours of sleep, and smelled the couch, I could still smell the smoke, not much, but enough. Tonight I’m going to advise him of the fact that that is never to happen again, and that in the future he will pay for the entire cleaning of the couch. This time, since we were planning on doing it pretty soon anyways, he will only pay half. Since we will have to have it cleaned prior to when we were planning on it.

Is it so hard to ask people to be responsible? It seems like some people can’t grasp the concept. I just don’t get it….

I was goin’ somewhere with J in a car I dont’ know how we got. I was talking with a friend, Mike, on the computer near a bunch of police officers and he was telling me about how he had a device, not thermonuclear, but something nearly as bad, and that he was riding the light rail to the end of the line and was going to detonate it. I told the police officers and showed them the conversation and we all rushed to the end of the light rail line, which for some reason ended at the end of a hug parking lot somewhat near my house. The first train came that we thought he was on, but nothing happened. Then I saw something coming down this cable above the light rail, it slid into the tall parking garage, and then I saw my friend poking his head out. I started talking to him, and when I walked closer he was low enough for me to talk to. I tried to ask him if I could convince him out of it, and he said no. I looked at the device, it was at 14 seconds, but seemed to be going to quickly. I reached for him and he flinched back, I said that I just wanted to say good bye, I gave him a good hard hug, and then asked him once more if he was sure he wouldn’t like to give up. He said no, I remember looking at him beseechingly and the counter going to 3 and starting to run away and looking back one time and him not saying anything. Amazingly in those 3 seconds, I managed to get in the car which Jason had running, and we drove like crazy, probably managed to get about a mile away, which was near this huge bridge, but a few blocks before we got there, we heard this loud boom. Anyways, we end up near this bridge and I guess we crashed (fell asleep), I remember waking up the next morning and seeing my dad near the bridge talking to some coworkers, I guess about construction, even though he doesn’t do that…weird. I walked up to him and he said hey, and I said, “well, this is what you get when you piss off a gay person who is smart. That guy last night was a friend of mine”. The next part is fuzzy, we walked into an area with tile and a water cooler and some guy was coming out of the toilet. The next thing I remember was we were running through a residential area, back towards home, because I was worried about my mom. We got blocked by this house and started to run through it, and finally found the back after running into this room, that had soem guy and the mom off of malcolm in the middle. She said that she was sorry, and it sounded like she knew me. I told her that it was a friend of mine that had done it. She looked at me sadly, then handed me an envelope and said that it was to help me out. I could tell it had money in it. I asked her how wide the blast radius was, and she said 50 rows…of houses, I guess. I remember going out the back door of her house, and then I woke up. Weird

Ok, so I’ll have to apologize, to who…I don’t know, since I don’t think anyone reads this anyways. But, just in case, I haven’t written in here in a while and I felt I should update everyone.

This week was kinda blah…I started getting sick last Saturday and it progressed and I took Monday and Tuesday off. Then everyday I came back, I came in late…9 or 9:30, kinda sad, but I still managed to get my work done and that’s all that my boss is interested in.

Ugh, so I was annoyed Thursday and Friday since it was raining hard on Thursday, and sprinkling a bit here and there on Friday. I hate rain….after it’s ok, I guess, but the smell is weird sometimes, and the fact that I have to rewash the car totally sucks.

I am happy though, because we went bin crazy, and totally bought a bunch of bins from Target and started packing everything in them. Now the living room is packed with bins, but on the plus side, we’re almost finished with packing…yay. Speaking of which, we finally dropped off the money order for the deposit, at which time we found out, that the first and second months rent were due when we moved in. I figured no problem, since it was only 100 or so dollars for the first month, and then the second month, so I’d write them a check and ask them not to cash it until the 30th when I got paid….WRONG!!! Money order only…so I was scrambling for money, worried that I’d have to borrow more money from my friends or….god forbid….my parents. Not that they’d mind and all, but with my little brother just buying a MR2 Spyder, I’m not in the mood to look like the poor son that needs money. But I’ll bitch about him some other day. Oh, and in the process of discussing moving in, the lady just NOW figures out that I’m moving in on Thanksgiving, even though it’d been mentioned before….well….their office isn’t open on Thanksgiving, so she asks me if I’d like to move in one day later…why of course I would, I’m moving out on the 28th, I’ll just keep my stuff on the street until they open…retard. So, I have to move in on the 27th…tack on another $28 to the tab…now I’m freaking because I have to come up with 952 before 27th. I go to work and find out about our salary advance program…but it’s a hardship program. I explain my situation and my personnel person says that I can submit it and that there is a good chance that it’ll get approved. So I submit it, and ask how long it’ll take, and she makes it sound like a few days, but not too long. So around 3 I get a call and it’s her, I’ve been approved…I’m totally stoked, no worrying about asking mom or dad or acting like some big burden on my friends. Cool….I love my work…=)

Anyways, I’m audi now, time to go wash the car after all this rain and continue packing….Today ornamental shit from the walls is coming down…mwahahahaaaa….

Cya

Ok, so I’m not planning to do anything for halloween. Sit around and watch tv is the extent of it, maybe eat a tamale but that’s it. Derek and Co come over and everything changes. First off he’s brought 2 high schoolers with him, both of which have never been to SF. One of which is going, since the other is 15, mind you though, he looks like he’s 12 or younger.

Anyways, we decide to go, we’re driving and Tre is being an idiot as usual. I guess the brief moment that we were looking at the apts was his sane moment, where he actually acted like someone mature. The other 99% of the time he’s good ole flakey, tweaky, Tre.

We get to SF and traffic is hell, quite literally. Not on the freeway, but the freeway exit to get to Castro. Market is hell all the way up, because they closed it off like normal. We pull into Safeways about 15 minutes after we get off the freeway (it’s actually a 5 minute trip…tolja traffic sucked). J and Derek wanted to go potty, but Safeways was closed with security guards out front…interesting. Tre saw Todd (ass), Stephen (Liar), and Vey (dick) walking from Safeways, he jumped out and I took off, but traffic in the parking lot was bad so I couldn’t get far. He came back to get his shoe and then took off with them. We said we’d try to hook up later.

We drove around in slow traffic for what seemed like forever, before finally deciding to go down one of those tiny tiny alleyways…ya know, the ones where your car and the cars parked on either side have about 2 inches of room total. So we come upon this car that is trying to park in this spot that is obviously too small for it, and she keeps wandering back and forth and back and forth, never getting any closer to actually getting in the parking space. Luck has it and the car in front of her leaves, and she can pull in, now we’ve gotta go back and forth and try and get in. It takes about 10 times going back and forth but I get it in about 3 inches from the curb…damn I’m good. So, we take off and start walking towards Castro. We watch the GayGlo show, it’s ok, but you can tell all the guys are ugly, …so…ick. From there on the crowd got thicker and thicker, until it was impossible to move, it was insane, but that didn’t bug the most. What bugged the most was the fact that I could hear the majority of the people, most of the guys were trying to start shit and trying to pick up on girls. That’s right….hetero’s were crashing Castro’s party. What’s up with that? They even brought their macho crap and their drunk gf’s and selves. If next year is the same, I’m never going again to that party. They were even in the Castro, I mean, the party extended down Market about 4 or 5 blocks, packed to the brim, yet they still felt like invading our space. I even heard making some derogatory comments about gays….it was friggin ridiculous.

At one point we almost were involved in a mass pileup, because someone had put their old broke down couches on Castro, and they had been crushed, but every time someone went over them, they almost tripped and fell. I had to grab on to some guy, just to steady myself, since everyone was starting to go over. We just jammed the rest of the way, until we got to a clear spot, which was over by the mexican restaurant on 18th, one block away from castro. We hung out there for a bit and tried to call Tre, to no response. Had a burrito…mmm…and a 7up, then hung out in front of some bar for a bit, and decided to go to Walgreen’s….the 24 hour Walgreens was closed till 3. Next thing you know some guy walks up and is hanging out and telling us that he’s seen riot police getting ready a couple blocks away. Well, YAY, that made my day, I mean what is a party if the riot police doesn’t come. And all cuz of the str8’s. they bring their bitches all liquored up and them all ready to make trouble and get offended by the smallest slight, or imagined slight.

It was now almost 2 and we decided to take off. It wasn’t any fun and it didn’t look like it was going to get better. We take backroads and briefly have to get on Market which isn’t bad, since the crowd is slightly lighter a couple blocks away. We walk back to the car, and about halfway back Tre calls us….we need to stop and wait for him….lol…that Tre such a kidder. He’d have to be, he’s either that or f’in nutty. How else could someone think that after ditching us, and then not answering his phone, that the moment he called, we’d be there to rescue him….tsk, tsk…poor Tre, Poor disillusion f’d up Tre….I wonder if he’s still in SF today. Probablay. (sp intentional)

We get the car and jam over to Walgreen’s off of Divisidero and Lombard, get some treats for the trip back and start driving. Around Fairfield I start getting super tired, blurry eyes and all that, blinking like crazy. So, we stop and J drive, I fall asleep for the next 40 until we pull up in Safeways in sac for some late night snacks. I didn’t wake up the entire time…damn, I musta been tired.

Then this morning…oop….I wake up hella late and get into the office about quarter to 10. I feel so bad, but I get my work done, which is my bosses main concern, so I guess it’s cool. We’ll see.

Well, that’s it, I’m tired from typing…time to take a nap.