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Today is the 7th of November, a Tuesday. It is also the second to last day I will be spending in this town out of a total of 4.
The first night was spent completely with Jessica. She drove out to pick me up, 4 hours later, we ended up in Orinda.
On the drive over, I was already astonished miles before we had gotten to our destination, which would inevitably be Berkeley. We stopped off at her house for about 45 minutes and we spent some amazing time together reading a world atlas and trying on jewelry. Her mother got home, and we left a while after that. We also cuddled a bit while we were there hehe.
We started on our way from Orinda to Telegraph in Berkeley.
She drove me around the city, this being my first time here, showing me all the sights and scenes there are to be seen in Berkeley.
We parked down a few blocks from Telegraph, and while listening to the Smiths, sat in her car a few minutes and sang. We get out of the car, but come back a minute down the street to get her camera which we forgot the first time.
We make our way to Telegraph.
The first thing we do is get frozen yogurt, which was soooo good, and sharing it with this amazing girl made it what it was to me. Then Jessica decides to take me to this Japanese hole in the wall in the asian food court for the wierdest drink I have ever had in my life. There we took pictures, shared the drink, thoughts, and jokes; and started to talk about the things we must do in the future.
Once we were finished with the drink, we got back to Telegraph and slowly began to experience what was about to become the most amazing night any 2 people could ever share.
We walked down until we stopped next to Shakespeare and Co. After looking at all the books, and making our various remarks about each one, we stopped, looked at eachother, and spent what seemed like and eternity standing there with each other, lost in the inaudible screams that could be found wailing between us in the most serene ways imaginary. That was it for me.
Once we left Telegraph, we headed to the single most beautiful place I would have ever seen in my life. We do a bit of driving and arrive at Tilden Park sometime around 12 am. We spend the next good hour in complete and utter awe of the city scene set before us from atop this golden outlook post. We begin to contemplate out loud of the immense symbolism in what we are witnessing, and briefly share a few incredible words.
The seats get set back as far back as they can go, and we pull a blanket out and go to sleep, the next day would be a big one.
A few hours later a cop pulls up and opens the door, and we are forced to get the hell out. We then spend the next 45 minutes at a gas station listening to music, contemplating what had just happened, and talking.
We both decide to find a place to crash, considering it was almost 5 am after all, and she had somewhere to be at 10 that same morning. We pull around to this parking lot next to a white van in front of this huge old hotel. We talk a bit, and then both fall asleep for a good 3 hours until 8 when she awakes to get coffee and bread. I was able to get in a good 30 extra minutes that I would have gladly given up to be awake with her while she is gone getting coffee. I love this girl. We drive around to the Telegraph area and with the Operation Ivy cd blasting, both of us lost in song and eachother, singing to it as if we were in love. She drops me off on Telegraph at around 10 am with a 10 dollar bill of sheer compassion.
I procede to have one of the most interestingly eclectic days I had had in a long time. If you know the street, you know why.
The first thing I did was sit down and get a reading from this psychic lady on the street, completely on impulse. She actually pinpointed the fact that I was going to move, and that I was involved with music heavily. She stated as well that I have met someone recently with short hair, and blue eyes; and that my plans with that will succeed. I also went to both Ameoba and Rasputin music stores, and bought myself the Buahaus "The Skies Gone Out" 12 inch for 3 dollars. I spent the last 2 dollars on a banana optimo, and a small peace sign pin.
I continue to walk up and down the street bumming cigarettes and greeting the few people who greeted me first. There were quite a lot of people on this street.
Over the span of time between 10 am and 4 pm, I had bought the above listed, went into 2 different art stores, a smoke shop, a piercing shop, spent an hour i don't remember in a book store reading god knows what, trying to find work and room in the classifieds, and walking up and down the streets at least 40-50 times; taking a few random 15-30 minute breaks to sit up against the wall and view the scene from a new perspective.
I end up at the end of Telegraph at Bancroft on the UC Berkeley Campus. At this point I had found out that the plans I had had for this trip were probably going to fall through. But knowing Jessica, she had resources even then.
She picks me up at 4 pm and we drive down to the bank so she can deposit her check. After the deposit we walk to Zebra piercing and tattoo parlor, and pick out a new lipring for me to kill time before we decide where to eat. After 15 minutes at unsuccessfull attempts at using her credit/atm card, we walk down to the atm and get some money out.
We cant decide where to eat, but she isn't hungry, so she decided to buy me the first crepe of my life. My first crepe was cheese, avocado, and tomato. We shared it, even though I ate most of it, and her stomach started to hurt. Next we went to Blondies pizza to pick Casey, the kid who was going to let me stay the night at his dorm, a piece of huge pepperoni pizza.
We get to his dorm and go inside for a bit. Seems like a good kid. We talk about a few of thier mutual friends, me still fresh in the awkward nervousness of spending the next 2 nights with this kid I've just met, and not wanting Jessica to leave my side.
Jessica heads out home, and I begin to learn just how much me and this kid really do have in common. Long story short, he was supposed to have read a book, by 1 am that night and then gone to bed; and there was no reading done, bed at 2, and more meaningful conversation then I had gotten from another person in months, not counting Jessica of course.
Woke up at 8 am to the sound of her voice after a few seconds of electronic correspondence bouncing from the phone to my ears. After that I went back to sleep until around 1 and jessica came to pick me up at 2.
We drove to Starbucks and got ourselves a grande peppermint hot chocolate in a huge mug which we shared outside and watched people on University dr. before we decided to go into the Indian store next door.
We go into the store, and it is amazing. She decided she wants some shoes, and with a 20% discount and bargaining down 5 more dollars, she gets the most beautiful shoes I have ever seen in my life. Literally.
She walks me to her car in the cutest shoes imaginary, and we start our drive to Gilman.
We arrive at 924 Gilman and I am akwardly ungitty. She stops the car and we get out, and it starts, that enthused feeling of half love and half unparalled excitement. Together we walk to the front of the small venue, and it is already apparent of the expansive iconic history of this place. But not apparent enough.
The sidewalks are not nearly as stained as I had hoped, and no drifting off into a punkrock psuedo-nirvana occured. Not so much let down, but wanting to keep my version of Gilamn alive in my mind, I express my feeling of discontent.
I look into a window and laugh at how I see someone on a computer inside the building. She says how we should get him to come out and let us in, and I tell her no way, knowing deep down I just wanted to leave while what was left of my Gilman still was able to overpower what i had just seen, while at the same time not being able to understand the concept of possibly being able to go inside, as it would be such a huge thing for me.
As she knocks on the window, the guy comes out, and she starts to explain how I've wanted to come here forever and asks if we could come in and just look around.
Of course at this point I'm part enthused, part scared, part shy, and part in love with both this girl and her motives.
We get to the inside, and it is actually for the most part all i had expected and hoped it would be. As my eyes witness inch by inch more of these walls and scenery, they actually mesh with my dreams of what I had invisioned perfectly, and let me down none. We took a free shirt from a bucket as Jessica explains to me what each part of the room is for. This place was amazing.
The sheer act of what she did for me today on that street, every second of anything I have spent with/for/in thought of her, the changes she has helped and completely single handedly made possible for me in my life, the complete 180 degrees the views of my future have done in lieu of her, and the millions of things that I have not the words to type nor the fingers needed to type them with have brought me to the single most important realization that any one person can have.
I am in complete and universal love with not only myself, my surroundings, and my future; but this amazing girl as well.
The first night was spent completely with Jessica. She drove out to pick me up, 4 hours later, we ended up in Orinda.
On the drive over, I was already astonished miles before we had gotten to our destination, which would inevitably be Berkeley. We stopped off at her house for about 45 minutes and we spent some amazing time together reading a world atlas and trying on jewelry. Her mother got home, and we left a while after that. We also cuddled a bit while we were there hehe.
We started on our way from Orinda to Telegraph in Berkeley.
She drove me around the city, this being my first time here, showing me all the sights and scenes there are to be seen in Berkeley.
We parked down a few blocks from Telegraph, and while listening to the Smiths, sat in her car a few minutes and sang. We get out of the car, but come back a minute down the street to get her camera which we forgot the first time.
We make our way to Telegraph.
The first thing we do is get frozen yogurt, which was soooo good, and sharing it with this amazing girl made it what it was to me. Then Jessica decides to take me to this Japanese hole in the wall in the asian food court for the wierdest drink I have ever had in my life. There we took pictures, shared the drink, thoughts, and jokes; and started to talk about the things we must do in the future.
Once we were finished with the drink, we got back to Telegraph and slowly began to experience what was about to become the most amazing night any 2 people could ever share.
We walked down until we stopped next to Shakespeare and Co. After looking at all the books, and making our various remarks about each one, we stopped, looked at eachother, and spent what seemed like and eternity standing there with each other, lost in the inaudible screams that could be found wailing between us in the most serene ways imaginary. That was it for me.
Once we left Telegraph, we headed to the single most beautiful place I would have ever seen in my life. We do a bit of driving and arrive at Tilden Park sometime around 12 am. We spend the next good hour in complete and utter awe of the city scene set before us from atop this golden outlook post. We begin to contemplate out loud of the immense symbolism in what we are witnessing, and briefly share a few incredible words.
The seats get set back as far back as they can go, and we pull a blanket out and go to sleep, the next day would be a big one.
A few hours later a cop pulls up and opens the door, and we are forced to get the hell out. We then spend the next 45 minutes at a gas station listening to music, contemplating what had just happened, and talking.
We both decide to find a place to crash, considering it was almost 5 am after all, and she had somewhere to be at 10 that same morning. We pull around to this parking lot next to a white van in front of this huge old hotel. We talk a bit, and then both fall asleep for a good 3 hours until 8 when she awakes to get coffee and bread. I was able to get in a good 30 extra minutes that I would have gladly given up to be awake with her while she is gone getting coffee. I love this girl. We drive around to the Telegraph area and with the Operation Ivy cd blasting, both of us lost in song and eachother, singing to it as if we were in love. She drops me off on Telegraph at around 10 am with a 10 dollar bill of sheer compassion.
I procede to have one of the most interestingly eclectic days I had had in a long time. If you know the street, you know why.
The first thing I did was sit down and get a reading from this psychic lady on the street, completely on impulse. She actually pinpointed the fact that I was going to move, and that I was involved with music heavily. She stated as well that I have met someone recently with short hair, and blue eyes; and that my plans with that will succeed. I also went to both Ameoba and Rasputin music stores, and bought myself the Buahaus "The Skies Gone Out" 12 inch for 3 dollars. I spent the last 2 dollars on a banana optimo, and a small peace sign pin.
I continue to walk up and down the street bumming cigarettes and greeting the few people who greeted me first. There were quite a lot of people on this street.
Over the span of time between 10 am and 4 pm, I had bought the above listed, went into 2 different art stores, a smoke shop, a piercing shop, spent an hour i don't remember in a book store reading god knows what, trying to find work and room in the classifieds, and walking up and down the streets at least 40-50 times; taking a few random 15-30 minute breaks to sit up against the wall and view the scene from a new perspective.
I end up at the end of Telegraph at Bancroft on the UC Berkeley Campus. At this point I had found out that the plans I had had for this trip were probably going to fall through. But knowing Jessica, she had resources even then.
She picks me up at 4 pm and we drive down to the bank so she can deposit her check. After the deposit we walk to Zebra piercing and tattoo parlor, and pick out a new lipring for me to kill time before we decide where to eat. After 15 minutes at unsuccessfull attempts at using her credit/atm card, we walk down to the atm and get some money out.
We cant decide where to eat, but she isn't hungry, so she decided to buy me the first crepe of my life. My first crepe was cheese, avocado, and tomato. We shared it, even though I ate most of it, and her stomach started to hurt. Next we went to Blondies pizza to pick Casey, the kid who was going to let me stay the night at his dorm, a piece of huge pepperoni pizza.
We get to his dorm and go inside for a bit. Seems like a good kid. We talk about a few of thier mutual friends, me still fresh in the awkward nervousness of spending the next 2 nights with this kid I've just met, and not wanting Jessica to leave my side.
Jessica heads out home, and I begin to learn just how much me and this kid really do have in common. Long story short, he was supposed to have read a book, by 1 am that night and then gone to bed; and there was no reading done, bed at 2, and more meaningful conversation then I had gotten from another person in months, not counting Jessica of course.
Woke up at 8 am to the sound of her voice after a few seconds of electronic correspondence bouncing from the phone to my ears. After that I went back to sleep until around 1 and jessica came to pick me up at 2.
We drove to Starbucks and got ourselves a grande peppermint hot chocolate in a huge mug which we shared outside and watched people on University dr. before we decided to go into the Indian store next door.
We go into the store, and it is amazing. She decided she wants some shoes, and with a 20% discount and bargaining down 5 more dollars, she gets the most beautiful shoes I have ever seen in my life. Literally.
She walks me to her car in the cutest shoes imaginary, and we start our drive to Gilman.
We arrive at 924 Gilman and I am akwardly ungitty. She stops the car and we get out, and it starts, that enthused feeling of half love and half unparalled excitement. Together we walk to the front of the small venue, and it is already apparent of the expansive iconic history of this place. But not apparent enough.
The sidewalks are not nearly as stained as I had hoped, and no drifting off into a punkrock psuedo-nirvana occured. Not so much let down, but wanting to keep my version of Gilamn alive in my mind, I express my feeling of discontent.
I look into a window and laugh at how I see someone on a computer inside the building. She says how we should get him to come out and let us in, and I tell her no way, knowing deep down I just wanted to leave while what was left of my Gilman still was able to overpower what i had just seen, while at the same time not being able to understand the concept of possibly being able to go inside, as it would be such a huge thing for me.
As she knocks on the window, the guy comes out, and she starts to explain how I've wanted to come here forever and asks if we could come in and just look around.
Of course at this point I'm part enthused, part scared, part shy, and part in love with both this girl and her motives.
We get to the inside, and it is actually for the most part all i had expected and hoped it would be. As my eyes witness inch by inch more of these walls and scenery, they actually mesh with my dreams of what I had invisioned perfectly, and let me down none. We took a free shirt from a bucket as Jessica explains to me what each part of the room is for. This place was amazing.
The sheer act of what she did for me today on that street, every second of anything I have spent with/for/in thought of her, the changes she has helped and completely single handedly made possible for me in my life, the complete 180 degrees the views of my future have done in lieu of her, and the millions of things that I have not the words to type nor the fingers needed to type them with have brought me to the single most important realization that any one person can have.
I am in complete and universal love with not only myself, my surroundings, and my future; but this amazing girl as well.