01.27.2002 - Bawcock

Unlike the rest of the week, I was able to strike a healthy balance between rest and activity today. I enjoy sleeping in and I enjoy accomplishing things during my waking hours as well. By putting the two things together, I made a sort of peanut butter and jelly sandwich out of my day. As Mr. Bestfriendithewholewideworld will tell you, I enjoy my peanut butter and jelly sandwiches most when I eat them naked.

Because I lazed yesterday away, I had things to do today. Around the crack of eleven o'clock, I showered, then hopped in the car with Jackson to head to the grocery store. Shopping with a friend is a good way to take advantage of two-for-one deals. It's also a good way to look as homosexual as possible. Nobody, not even patrons of Safeway, can get in the way of our love.

It's too bad we aren't gay and dating because Jackson is way hotter on the male side than any lady I could wrangle, comparitively speaking that is.

After I scored my milk and bread fix, I had to head downtown to purchase Mr. Bestfriendinthewholewideworld's birthday present. After an arduous struggle to find parking, I got out of the car and noticed Kristin desperately trying to look artsy by reading Kerouac in front of a coffee shop by herself. Jackson stayed outside and talked with her for a bit while I went inside the record shop to get the gift. I proceeded to spend entirely too much money on tickets for us to see Ozomatli/Karl Denson/Blackalicious/Saul Williams. Considering all he's done for me, he's well worth having to live off of rice and crumbs found under the refrigerator for a week to give him a decent gift for this, his twentyfirst birthday.

After I got home, I got busy on the computer and wrote some makeup diary entries while trying unsuccessfully to find a column topic. I had zero luck. I think Alyssa and I need to get together and brainstorm column topics in an effort to reduce and perhaps eventually eliminate our collective assiness. Maybe that way I can steal some ideas from her.

Because, you know, all my best ideas are completely stolen.

At about five o'clock, Kevin came back out to visit one last time. We went by Mr. Bestfriendinthewholewideworld's house and then to Guadalajara, home of the bestest burritos in all the land. We had the usual entertaining conversation while I picked at my food. It's funny how I instantly slip into a twelve-year-old's mindset whenever I'm around those two. It's so much different than my usual fourteen-year-old mindset, you know.

After dinner, we had to drop Mr. Bestfriendinthewholewideworld off at his apartment so he could have a "study session" for a midterm. "Study session" probably means "lay out some books while I bone one or more females that are so attractive Jeffy doesn't have permission to look at them." Still, previous engagements are previous engagements. We said goodbye and went back to my place.

After watching another in a string of horrible episodes of The Simpsons, we decided that we needed to go do something. The only problem was that everything closes really early in Davis and the sub-freezing temperatures didn't really make me want to rush outside. Still, we left in search of excitement in Davis on a Sunday night.

Of course, we did what we do every time Kevin comes to visit. We grabbed a cup of coffee and then headed to a movie. Kevin treated me to a showing of Orange County which turned out to be a fairly disappointing movie. It isn't terrible, but it isn't good either. The comic timing was poor, and turning to piss humor was completely unnecessary. Also, Cissy Spacek's daughter looks like Skeletor. Spooky, I tell you.

Once the movie let out, Kevin dropped me off at home and headed back to Stockton while I sat stumped in front of my computer searching for a column topic for about an hour before giving up and heading to bed. After spending the last week sick, I hope this next week puts me on the upswing. I need it.

-- Jeffy