Sky Captain with Nam, Chris, Cheryl, and Gian

I have to speculate that God himself did make us into corresponding shapes like puzzle pieces from the clay.
I saw Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow last night. I got to the theater first and bought tickets for myself, Gian, and Cheryl. When Chris got there, he bought his ticket and one for Linh-Nam. When Cheryl and Gian got there, they went to buy food so we gave them their tickets and Nam’s ticket, and Chris and I got seats. The movie was good, but I’ll put a review in its own entry.
I saw Jon inside. He didn’t say anything, but he did tap my ass as he walked past me. After the movie, the five us went to Islands for dinner. We ate and then talked for hours.
Come down now, they will say.
We talked about all sorts of stuff after dinner. Perhaps we talked about sex and masturbation a bit too loud. And I was talking racist in front of a black woman. Whoops. I think Cheryl was taking photos of our crotches under the table. She also said she had something I could borrow for my Princess Toadstool costume. I didn’t really understand what it was, but yay! Gian peed once before dinner and twice during. Amazing.
Don’t wake me, I plan on sleeping in.
I had my leg inbetween Nam’s, and then I put my arm around him, but he slid over to get away. I sort of fell over in the seat and tried grabbing his ass so he got all the way out of the booth, pulling me over on my side. I was sort of upside down now, and when I looked up, I was eye level with his crotch. He jumped back. Good times.
“I can’t accept that it’s over and will block the door like a goalie tending the net in the third quarter of a tied-game rivalry so just say how to make it right, and I swear I’ll do my best to comply. Tell me, am I right to think that there could be nothing better than making you my bride and slowly growing old together?” “I feel I must interject here. You’re getting carried away feeling sorry for yourself with these revisions and gaps in history…”
While talking about masturbation, someone came up with going to sperm banks to masturbate. And I demonstrated with a ketchup bottle for Cheryl. Plus, the idea of a “poop buddy” is very amusing. Or maybe just the phrase is. At around 12:45, we left, and Linh-Nam took me back to his place where my dad picked me up. I got home around 1:30, fooled around, and then… wrote this.
It was really nice to spend my last night before UCI with such great friends. It’s funny… I really got a lot closer to the four of them this past year. I’ll miss them. I really hope we don’t drift too much although I know we will. Still… I didn’t see much of them this summer, and we’re still alright. Gian, I’m guessing you’ll read this before Cheryl does so make sure she plans whatever it is she’s planning for October! I’ll miss ya guys.