Sobriety

Eh.

That's what I would describe this birthday past 630pm. Eh.

The day part was fun. My dad woke me up at 730 am to go get breakfast at 9am... yeah. What? Unecessarily early. Had breakfast in Solana Beach -- very good. Then we went to UTC to go do some shopping... then we did some computer related activities in the area, and then met up with my mom for lunch at this lebanese place (which, although looked delicious, I could not eat beyond a nibble of my mom's wrap because I was still so incredibly full from breakfast). Then came home, did some errands..... chilled. Worked on my personal project... ie. my personal pain in the ass project. Fun times though. It's worth it.

Nobody is here really. Zac. I suppose that's it. We went to some friends' place in La Jolla area. Eh. Ok people. nice I suppose. I always get a little depressed on these "aren't you supposed to be happy?" sort of days. It's really because certain people are missing from the picture.

I know this is stupid... but I miss Justin. Yeah. Yeah, that's it. But why should it be stupid? Why must I feel bad about missing and caring for someone that I'm so used to seeing? I feel bad about it... or rather, try to avoid it, because whenever I get to feeling this way, I feel like I'm the only one. And that's not bad! No, not at all! He's at a party I would just *love* to be at, and he's having fun. I like that. But this is when I don't like feeling this way... because I know at this moment he's not missing me like I miss him. I try not to think about it.

oh well. Life. People don't always feel the same way. Can't always expect them to.

He called me today. I felt a bit bad because my cellphone oh so conveniently broke this morning... *sigh* which consequently led me to not receive any of his calls until 8pm. Anyways, the call I did receive was a nice break from hanging out with people I don't know. Haha. I guess that doesn't say much, because I suppose it wasn't -- so I guess it was fitting in the end. I don't really like talking to people when they are at parties. The other person just gets distracted and I just want to be there. "so and so is biting my head! Have to go!" Call me when your sober, please. I suppose I should be happy I got a call at all. I was actually worried that because of the party he'd forget. Haha. There's my faith, huh? Whatever. People have fun and forget.

Ha. I didn't have a drink all day. Funny.