Time Flys

So, so busy.

Lets see, what happened in the past month?

I got the apartment I wanted so badly. I live at 14th and P... I'm officially Mid-City Mike. So much has happened in the past month, its fairly daunting to decide what it is I should share.


We'll list them.

School gets hectic, so does work, so does moving. My gym-goin' slacks off.

School ends. It will be my last semester at George Mason, as I plan to transfer to the University of the District of Columbia. UDC.

The conversion van I used to move my stuff from Colonial Beach to here had a bad transmission requiring (and resulting in) some slow moving.

Pauline returns to California.

Robyn got married.

Tara moves to New York.

Dan and I put things to an end. We are too different.

I got a bike, which leads to funny drunken bike rides.

Got a boot on the ol' blazer, to the tune of $700.

Mark got a purple-flavor.

My bag (containing my wallet, keys, work clothes, Lauren's ipod, and probably someone's soul) got stolen.

Jarret and I scaled my fire escape, and in the midst of a fairly hot moment later on in that evening, the police decided to scale my fire escape, too. There's something creepy about the police looking into your room.

The neighbors, one a city planner, both under twenty nine, bought me a bottle of wine in apology for callin' the police on me.

Sacha's friend recognizes me at work. Calls her on the phone. We talk, and return to one another's life.

Phoenix and I actively speak more, returning in a friendly capacity to one another's life. He has a fantastic boy in, of all places, harrisburg.

Krista came down, went home when I didn't answer my phone (the night my bag was stolen), realized her err and came back down.

Paid to have new keys cut by a locksmith for my car. $200.

Krista and I have a fan-fucking-tastic couple of days runnin' the city for all its worth. We never make it to Haine's Point.

Jackie, Sacha and I reunite for two-day party. As it should be.

My wallet arrive in my parent's mail. The $120 that was in it is not there any longer, but my ID is. I no longer have to relive my pre-21 adventures. Also attached are my keys, negating the $200 spent on keys.

Lauren and Jess come to an end. Lauren comes to stay with me.

My CD player is stolen out of my car.

The people who sent me my wallet (the Washington Metro Area Lost and Found) do not have lauren's ipod, my bag, or anything that would have been with my wallet.

My savings have been thorougly drained.

Sacha finds in the newspaper an ad to drive some man's car to Tampa on the 25th of June. Will pay return air fare home. Blocks begin to be put into place for a spur of the moment to trip to Tampa.

My apartment is still fabulous.

I developed a fake crush on Jenny Lee's roomate, Alex (he's cute!).

Jenny Lee, Alex, and I go dancing. I develop a not-so-fake crush on Alex. He can discuss Oprah's effects on middle america. Applicable pop culture? Swoon.

Saw "De-Lovely" with Sacha. I'm imagining a vauge obsession with Cole Porter rising from this viewing for both Sacha and I.

I'm going back to the gym today.