somewhere right on the rainbow

yeah, he's probably a terrorist. then again, i'm probably an infidel.

today: partner didn't bother to show up on campus/call me. so we're pretty much fucked for the presentation. ugh.

yup, studying for neuro. just ready to get this over with.

i rode the muni again. to castro. we went to the civic center area where the main events were happening for the gay pride parade/festivities. only this time it was more men than women in the crowds, them shirtless this time. very unattractive people there. hairy backs, hairy asses, dongs and thongs galore.

once i got to castro, i exited the station and stood outside on the corner of castro and market. a few minutes later while waiting for dwarfy clare and hesse this one asian (?) guy with lengthy bangs colored red at the tips walked towards/past me and told me, "i like the shirt. it's really cute." i told him thanks. got hit on for the first time? i was doing so well too. then my attention turned to the diesel store right behind me, so i decided to go in there and check out their jeans. i wanted the white pair and the black pair. there was a sale- 50% off- but i decided not to buy anything since i didn't feel like walking around with shopping bags in addition to my backpack.

i caught up with them at the corner, and they brought along their friend, sarah. we went over to the civic center, saw people drunk off their asses at 5 in the afternoon, walked past some concerts and street vendors. we basically were just walking and walking FOREVER. at some point, i was busy looking at the stalls and seeing what food looked tasty. all of a sudden i turned to look directly ahead and what appeared to be a giant balloon was headed in my direction. i assumed that whoever was holding the balloon would turn and avoid me so that we wouldn't run into each other. the person didn't turn! the thing ran RIGHT INTO ME! then i turned around, hurt at the neck, wondering what clare, hesse, and doerfy were laughing about. UGH! it turned out that the balloon was in fact a GIANT INFLATABLE PENIS. with lipstick on the tip! UUUGGGHHHHH!!!!! i was kissed by a giant penis!

embarrassing moments happening to me. ONLY when i'm around rice people. jesus christ.

we had seafood at castagnola's over by fisherman's wharf. the waiter told me that the portions were substantial. i didn't believe him. i ordered two dishes: lobster ravioli in alfredo sauce and the fried seafood combo platter. the guy gave me this weird look saying that it was going to BE A LOT. i told him to bring both dishes to the table at the same time. the ravioli: alfredo sauce was a little creamy, i might have preferred a red/marinara sauce instead. lobster meat was also dry. the fried seafood- french fries were thin/hard but interesting. cole slaw could have used more zest/tang- it wasn't sour enough, and it lacked flavor even though there was some mayonnaise in it. i think they picked the shittiest/tiniest oysters to fry and put on the platter as well. the scallops were decent as well as the fried fish. my favorite fried item on the plate would have been the prawns. for what i paid, it wasn't worth it.

hesse and doerfy were putting their arm around me in the car while clare was driving me back to the station so that i could take the M-line back home. human contact-cringe.

i was dropped off at the embarcadero station. i took several trains outbound. this was 9:30. i waited at van ness for the M line. it came in the opposite direction, but i took it anyway, and it reversed on the track all the way back to ocean view/campus. i got stuck in the muni with these annoying teenagers who were singing britney spears' "lucky" way off-key. i got back to my apt. around 11. UGH!

there's still lipstick on my neck from the attack of the 5-foot-long penis. WHY?!?!