Livin’ ‘Da Freaky Life

God!!!!

I just had to get that out. I haven’t written in a few days and few things have happened.

I went to a club last Friday (November 21, 2003). It was the same club that I go to when I want to go out. The name of it is Numbers. It this pretty cool spot to hang out on Westheimer near Montrose. For those of you who are not residents of Houston, that is the “freak” part of town. It a fun place to be since everyone that you meet there is pretty darn fun after you talk to them for a while. It’s a pretty embracing part of Houston. You can be as freaky as you want to be and nobody looks at you strange.

Anyway, I wanted to be out and I decided to go there. I was on the phone with Prestina while Cris was at her house. He got on the phone and asked me how was I getting there and who was I going with and all of that. He did give me a ride that day as well. I was on the way home from the library and he came driving up the street as I was walking to my house. He was on his way to Prestina’s.

Anyway, after he got home from Prestina’s he called me and asked me the same questions again. He told that he might want to come with me. I had to go because I was going to cook cheese burgers for me and my brother, Brandon. He told me to call him back in about 20 or 30 minutes. I told him that I would call him at 6:35 P.M.-ish since I was going to go cook and eat. He jumped time and called me. We sort of talked for a while. He ended up not going, but he was talking to me while his friend, Redie was there. He was telling me how he miiight be going to jail. There was something he said about seeing me first thing Monday morning. I was like, “Why would you see me first thing Monday morning. I’m not your chick.”

Anyway, I rode over to Numbers on the bus and had a pretty good time. I laid back and enjoyed the wonderful 80’s music and the atmosphere. I let it all wash over me feeling every bit content. I danced a little and met up with a friend that I hadn’t see in two years. I loved it!

There were so many hot people there that I just mentally drooled and drooled.

Everyone was wild and free and dancing to their own rhythm that swirled with the beat. The room pulsed with moving bodies and I had been one of them. I loved the cool effect the fast flashing white light would create slowing everyone down into 3-D snapshots. Wonderful!

I also ended up spending the weekend (Saturday night, November 22, 2003 and Sunday morning November 23, 2003) over at Prestina’s aunt’s house. We hung out, but things were nice and quiet seeing as how it was only me, Prestina, and Kaila (Prestina’a cousin) there. We were sort of bored, but we made our own fun. We played with the bad ass neighborhood children and called the chat lines. I made up all these stories that kept Prestina laughing. I had all these voices and personalities. Like, Nicole, the self-righteous Christian on a mission to inform chat line users of their sinful ways or, Shaneque (Sha-knee-kwa) aka Nicole, when she is at work as a dominatrix by night, and Rice Sophomore by day, or the gay freak who, along with her gay lover Peaches (Prestina), was looking for a threesome, or Shaneque, the dope smoking ghetto girl who was down with the thug life. All kinds of people really. *lol* I don’t think that I can remember the rest. Those are the ones at the top of head right now.

The rest of Sunday was spent sleeping. I slept the whole freaking day. I turned off the phone ringer and just slept and dreamed.

I dreamt of Cris a lot of times. I just wish my psyche would leave me alone! I keep having these dreams about Cris every night since last week. Stupid brain!

I also talked to Melody who is another friend that I met Freshman year at Lee. We talked for like two hours. We talked about everything. I could really talk to her about everything unlike with Prestina where I feel as though I am not getting the feedback that I want sometimes. It’s not that she doesn’t care or doesn’t try, it’s just that she has a different frame of reference, so sometimes she just doesn’t get me.

I also talked to James. I will write an entry about him a few minutes.

I am going to post that poem that I was working on about being over Cris. I have some other ones that I wrote and are truly embarrassing now that things are over. It’s lovey love this, sexual passion that. Guh. But whatever.

Anyway, on to the James Entry.

Danielle

P.S. Today’s title comes from a play called “Livin’ Da Life”. It has questionably racist undertones in some parts though. It was a play that Marvin, the friend I saw, worked on with me since we are both into Drama. I just thought it sort of fit seeing as how I am living my life and all only it’s sort of freaky. Below is the poem I wrote about being over Cris. Also, I will jump ahead a day to post the entries about the other men in my life since today’s page is so long.