I am a unfolded t-shirt sitting at the bottom of the pile of unsorted laundry...

Recap
This weekend was awesome, my sister, her old roomies, and a lot of other people I know graduated...so once again to all you Class of 2002, congratulations. I partied pretty hard on Saturday night...I must've had like 15 -20 shots...so indeed, by party's end, I was quite tossed. I saw so many old old faces, and so many new faces that I've never seen before. Even people I used to kick it w/ back in LA were there. And of course...there were girls there...All the drinks I had usually would thrown me for a looper, but I managed to keep my composure until we got back home... I didn't end up sleeping until like 4, but had to get up @ 7 to drive back home to LA to prep things up for a family party. I swear I was still a little messed up when I got up..but thankfully, I got home OK. It's just really difficult to be running so many damn errands when you're pretty hung over. Well, that was my fault...so I dealt w/ it.

Mr. Deeds.
Ever feel like you got like you've already done a million-and-a-half things and still got a million-and-a-half things to do? Well, that's how I've been feeling since this weekend. Graduations are so chaotic, trying to see people for one second while they themselves are looking for their own families who came from all over to celebrate this joyous occasion with them. Hot, stuffy, too many people, I'm glad I only had to go to a couple. But it was fun nonetheless... But what's so crazy is having to run around looking, trying to give them a lei, a gift, a whatever...trying to find parking, then setting up for my family party, running around all day during the party, picking up ice, food, cake, etc. ...pooped me out. But then I get back to the apartment seeing all these things i HAVEN'T done yet, i.e. unfolded laundry, bills, dishes in the sink, etc., because I neglected them while doing all these other graduation-related things. So today, I will make an attempt to get these million-and-a-half things done.

Women...can't live w/o 'em, can't kill 'em
I've run into a couple more women who I am interested in this past weekend. I think I am going completely girl crazy...ha ha ha. But like I was talking about w/ my roomie:

eleventoes810 (10:50:47 AM): as much as i miss the "thrill of the chase" part, i don't think i want to go through dating again
eleventoes810 (10:50:52 AM): i'm over all that shit
liljayster78 (10:51:06 AM): seriously
liljayster78 (10:51:12 AM): I wish I didn't have to date anyone
liljayster78 (10:51:21 AM): I wish I could be w/ one girl already

Maybe that's why I'm so girl crazy...I'm so eager to just find that one girl who keeps me on my toes and "gives me butterflies, and all that stuff. I don't want to be single anymore...or just dating around. I know what I want and I am determined to get it. But enough with the games. This saturday, if the opportunity arises, I WILL ask her for her number. Regardless of how intimidated by her...I mean I've asked like 5 girls for their numbers over the past two weeks or so, and it hasn't been a big deal...I've been semi-interested. But this one, the intimidator, I can't seem to bring myself up to asking her for it...no matter how well we get along....but not anymore... oh wel, I'm crazy....I'm convinced of it...