February Recap

Ugh. This month without Szeto has been rainy and nasty.

I haven't been very inspired this month... and equally, I haven't been doing much.
I feel as though I am quite bored with everything right now and I'm just wasting away being so unmotivated.

Feb 1. Szeto takes the opportunity to work abroad, that lucky bitch.



Feb. 6. Madeline in town. We catch up and she gives me some of her CHEESE BUNS! YUMMY!
Such a tradition!


Feb. 14 Weekend in San Diego.
Woot

I love this idea: You bring your friends and I bring my friends and we can all be friends... and sing karaoke. Yes, and we're all gay. Perfect.

Feb.19 - Visited Berkeley

I crashed with JV. The next day I gave him a call, "I have shingles, burn your sheets." Oops. And I LOVE Christine's hair. She lets others cut her hair because she feels it's very intimate. She loves her co-op because they are so touchy-feely. I am a touchy person as well. I feel like the human touch is very valuable should not be so reserved.

Feb. 21 - Clam Chowder Cookoff in Santa Cruz!!! :D I loved it! For 8 bucks we got to sample and rate clam chowders. You really get to appreciate what "good" food is when you are allowed to compare side by side. To me, great clam chowder is creamy!




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And then I got shingles.

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I hung out with this random guy I met on the web. (Cuz I'm gay and that's how gay people stereotypically make friends.) We met up at inNout for a snack. This guy was so self conscious about his acne. (Though it was very severe). He told me that he was afraid that I would stop talking to him because his acne was "so scary."

No... I wouldn't stop talking to him because of his acne. I would stop talking to him because he was a fob. (jk). I told him that he shouldn't even deal with people who can't look passed his skin problems. I felt for the guy because I too am self conscious about my skin...

But for people who never had to deal with skin problems they really can't understand the insecurities; they poke fun without realizing how much it really damages someone.

He seemed to appreciate my understanding. And I found him to be more attractive than a lot of gay bitches who are so full of themselves, so in love with themselves... their "confidence" that proves to be cover for unknown insecurities is so much uglier than someone who can't hide from severe acne.

I feel like when I know about someone's insecurity, I know who they actually are. HmmMmm.