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Give Me an Hour, I Will Show You a Day... 2002-04-18 - 8:00 p.m. [Music: Stabbing Westward - What Do I Have to Do?] First of all...a little present from me to you...a big picture of all the little pictures I took today along with captions. Enjoy, ne? And sorry for the linkage but it's a huge picture and would be killer to upload on this page. eh heh. San Fran field trip. So now we'll start from somewhere near the top and work our way through the day, yeah? It started as we waited for the buses...don't remember that other than it was funny. I kisses Als on the cheek and people looked at me funny to which I laughed. We got on the bus and talked a while while we waited to start the haul to San Fran (it's about an hour away when the traffic is permitting)...then I just sort of zoned out and listened to music and stared out the window like a bloody tourist. I saw a man alone on a pier surrounded by endless water or so it seemed and was just overcome...there were birds and it was simply picturesque. I imagined that he was a lone soul, waiting for someone to meet him there but would never come...so he simply waited. I don't know..my mind plays strange games when I'm idle. That was around when What Do I Have To Do came on and I realized how much it suited me...I basically live to serve other people...to make them happy...it struck a chord within me...it was fairly odd. And it was about then I got to thinking of home and how we'd always played such stupid games at the back of the bus and joked and that time when Steve was sleeping so peacefully with metallica blaring on and on in his ears...I damn near cried right there...on that bus because I missed it all so much. Things are so different here and I find that only now am I struggling to adjust. Odd, no? But i did not cry...I just rested because I needed the rest because today I wanted to make people happy..bringing me back to that song... When we at last got to San Fran we had a map the teachers had given us and were then set free...We walked and we went into borders and I looked a bit...finding that orse red bo0ok I wanted...but no one else really wanted to stay(and this somehow happened after Sam complained of being hungry...I really need to go alone or with some BAAU boys to look out for me because we all have similar tastes and things...fuck hunger...we thrist for knowledge and art...anyway...)So we left there... we walked a while longer and went into this very pretty little gallery with pretty stones in it cast into the images of men and women...it was enchanting. And the man there was nice...after finding that we were students he did not treat us like trash..he was quite nice in fact...and he made me laugh because I was studying the art so as he spoke that he asked me "do you speak english?" I blushed I am sure and nodded...the art there was beautiful...I want to go back by myself to admire sometime soon but we left because Sam was hungry.(to which I replied "yes oh mighty leader" because I am an avid art fan and like to see the things that were created to be beautiful just as much as I like to see the beauty in all things...it sort of pissed me off.) We walked a bit further and then got to a resturant called Lori's diner (I think). I entered before everyone as they looked at the menu, noticing people enter before us(a couple...quite cute in fact). Sam being impatient to dine walked ahead of them to find a seat to which I calmly said something along the lines of there's a sign here...it says "wait to be seated" and there are also people ahead of us..you should take notice of these things...or somesuch. The woman smiled and let out a giggle to which I smiled back. Sam of course chastised me for "lecturing him" in public. A simple sigh to that. (sadly throughout the day Sam sort of brought me down...I know he did not intend to do so but he did...in a very bad way. I'm sort of anorexic...and I do not like to be dependant and reminded CONSTANTLY that I may need him for money...it made me feel dirty...and saying I love you afterwards was sort of salt in the wound. I am a proud woman, this I know...and I can care for myself, as I am thrifty...always have been...I just..didn't like how I was treated...sigh. back to the story at hand though) After the couple was seated we were taken to a booth towards the back and near the kitchen...the food was a bit expensive. (but I managed to dine for about 9 dollars...if I kick in for the motz sticks.) We talked about this and that and I took a bit too long to order because I wanted to eat cheaply and not a lot. I ordered hot tea (it was more chilly than I expected it to be outside) and an eggbeater omlette with bacon and cheddar...quite tasty. Lewis had vegitarian chili and an oreo shake, Sam had a burger (death burger, I'm sure...and that's a reference to fat and cholesterol and soudium...not me saying Sam should die) and also an oreo shake, and Gail had...something interesting looking...I don't recall the name and I can't remember her drink. So we got to talking about this new forced diet I'm sort of on because of my dad and how bad what food is for you quite seriously. (can you imagine 4 high school kids conversing so? I find it amusing...whereas Gail and I could look older...Sam and Lewis were definatly to young to have to worry...it was amusing). So then the man behind us gives out a laugh and says something along the lines of how I just ruined food for him...it was cute and funny.(he's in the photos) The waiter brought his food and he asked if all the fat could be taken off and could he have just the lettuce instead...this amused me. We continued to joke about this a bit until our food came...it was otherwise rather uneventful...before the men behind us left I turned and asked to take his picture so I could remember this...he said yes so long as I don't paste his head on the body of a naked woman...he was friendly and nice...I liked that. I snapped his photo and smiled then. We left Lori's to trek to FAO Shwartz...(first going in the worng direction because Gail and I were unsure which street was where at that point and therefore had no baring on our position) We went there and looked at toys and all the over priced things and the barbies in the pretty costumes and I talked to the aibo demo guy for a bit. He liked my name for it...that expensive dog thing.~chuckles~ He was also quite nice...treated me as if I could afford the thousand or so to get the little doggy...it was a nice pleasant feeling of worth. We went to the candy part then and looked (where i got gipped like mad...I wanted very cherry jelly bellys...I scooped out VERY CHERRY jelly bellys...so far I've found 2 cherry ones and about a million red hot or cinnimon ones..that pisses me off.) After everyone paid for thier candy we went across the street (finally because it was getting close to time to go to the play) and saw some street venders...they had gorgeous jewelry and though I wanted a very pretty jade bracelet i got good fortune earrings and a necklace to match for $9 instead...it was nice and I'm glad i bought them. Then Gail and I led the way back to the theater where we met up with Cheryl and Mat and took pictures to keep ourselves amused. (and it occurs to me now Sam sort of whined a lot while we were in San Fran..like..all day...at this point he complained about wanting to sit down) I was having a good time...Cheryl had been in my compu apps class and she was as fun then as she was now. We talked and made lame jokes and it was just a good time. Before we went into the theater we took a photo of the man with the megaphone..he smiled at us for wanting a picture...it was funny. They let us into the theater shortly thereafter and we got floor seats which was nice though I think I would have liked the balcony as well. We sat as follows for the first act: Cheryl, myself, Mat, Gail, Sam, Lewis, 2 dipshit kids. we pretty much took over the row...it was cool. The play was good though some people were dumb and inapropriatly laughing and whatnot which made me miss when I used to go to real plays at night at Candlewood (that was my theater...I loved it). Mat let me lean my head on his shoulder during the play so that was cool and beforehand we chatted about age and all that...Sam wanted to switch seats but Mat stayed where he was so that was cool. (Mat is very very quiet...I like that...it's cute and it meant he was dead silent, even moreso than me during the show..that's frikken comendable in my book) The play was quite good and then we broke for intermission. I got a candybar and bought Cheryl a drink because she made me laugh when she said she was so poorer than me...she was "so poor I can't even afford the r...I'm poo'." It was funny...the drink was ass though...so we made something new..."this soda tastes like bad...!" because bad is now a flavor because we have made it so. For the second half of the play the seats started like so: Mat, Cheryl, myself, and then everyone else in an unknown order...but Cheryl wanted her seat.(we'd shifted somehow to the left so the seating was funky) and it somehow ended up something like this: Cheryl, myself, Sam, Gail, Mat, Lewis (poor Mat had to deal with Lewis) The play began again and I couldn't help but notice how heavy Sam was breathing...I wanted to ask him if he was okay but figured I'd get yelled at...though it was odd and took away from the play a bit because before it had been silent beside me and Mat was small(quite so in fact) so I could spread out my legs and stretch so my knee didn't kill me...but as it was I was squished with my ass pressed against Sam's hip and it was just bad. The play ended and it wasn't too bad...I liked it. We left and they all left me because I had to pee badly(the bathrooms were nice...really). I followed Kate and Ms Lincoln to our bus because they waited for me and that was cool. We got on the bus and did a head count and all and then Cheryl and I talked about all sorts of shit while I listened to music in one ear and then we had a big convo about Sharie's(how the hell do you spell that girl's name?) art and I gave my input about it. Other than that we just went home and talked a little bit...but the couple in front of me made me wish for "Sebastian"(as I can't recall how to spell his real name), or Dave, or Stephen...because I wanted to be held...I had a headache from lack of caffeine. We got back to school and went to Cheryl's locker and then mum drove us home while we told her about the day and made jokes and things...it was fun. I got Cheryl's number and e-mail and all that so I can give her this URL...and have her kick me when I find out I spelt her name wrong all through this entry because I'm too lazy to look at the paper. it was fun...and it's taken me a damn long time to write all of this but it was worth it...of course I'm dead fucking tired...and I have homework...which really sucks muchos ass. Sigh. The story I can type but I need to draw up a poster...I think I may just do it in art because I can...leaving only the story to be done...and I think I can swing that before I go to bed tonight. At any rate...it was a fairly nice day...yes...good all in all...and I am all the more glad I have this to remember for me and the pictures...I love them...~smiles~ I'm fairly happy. ~Angel in Runes~