surreal

I was still in Quito yesterday morning... bizarre.
I've gotten so used to having to journal that I can't stop.
It was so good to be back in a familiar environment. I flew into SFO at 1:45PM, and appa took me to eat at jang su jang on el camino real next to paris baguette/galleria. soondubu and LA galbi, nice... I was about to throw up from eating too much. He got me bbang and a bunch of snacks at the other 2 places. Then we went home... I think i've forgotten how beautiful our house is. When we walked in the sun was shining in through the windows on the pink roses on our table, contrasting with the green table cloth I haven't seen in a long time. INTERNET! it's too bad I don't have wireless connection in thorson.

Appa and I went for a walk up Mission Peak, just as the sun was setting. We walked up the right path that I've only gone down once, listening to music and taking pics on the way. I didn't even realize i had put the strokes 12:51 on his ipod. weird it is 12:51 AM in MN right now.

anyhow we left mission peak at 6 and headed to great mall to look at running shoes, since mine flew off the yacht in the galapagos. it was nice being able to talk with appa. i feel so comfortable around him. i was pretty exhausted after half an hour at great mall so i must have been noticably quieter on the ride home, and eating dinner was difficult because i was still full from eating all that food at 3 PM.

I got back to st olaf at 9 PM last night. threw 3 loads of laundry, took a shower. texted byron. had a bad phone call, he's decided that we both can do whatever we want, and if i'm still interested he'll see if i've changed and can trust me. hmm.....

i went over to rand at 11 to get basil's with revy but he was busy making his futon and i was an hour late, so i ate his homemade indian spaghetti and meatballs. sweet. er, spicy, but yeah. got back to my room a bit past midnight, and though i wanted to go bang on the piano again i decided to fold my laundry and get some sleep. i went to bed a bit before 2 AM and passed out, but Christine called me at 3 AM and in my sleepy stupor i could tell something was wrong: Evan did cheat on her. damn.

woke up at 7:11 and for some reason decided to shower again because my hair was messed up. stupid stupid stupid. as i was walking out of the bathroom (in my towel), Kyle was right behind me in the hallway trying to find my room. ahhhh, talk about bad timing.

I still had to pack so he looked through my music while I wasted a bunch of time. Then, a surprise. a legit surprise, haven't had one of those in a while so it was really... unexpected, like a surprise should be. it even had a good story to it. When we were about to leave Floreana on the dinghys and Kyle/Jon were nowhere to be seen I was actually getting worried about them. turns out he found the perfect seashell with holes in it to put through a necklace, and he tucked it into the bottom of his pant folds until he got back. "sorry are you weirded out by this?" my face must have shown how surprised i actually was. I was really taken aback because 1) i think he must really like me, or at least feel strongly for me (unless he's just a super sensitive sweet guy) and 2) it really was perfect, i've been looking for a plain necklace that will go with anything that i can wear all the time and this was it (remember the "white" concept that you and Jenny discovered while shopping in Mercado Artisan?)

But would it make it even weirder if I am wearing it all the time?

we went for breakfast at the Tavern, tav, whatev, it was really good. 14$ for 2 people is a gooood deal for lots of yummy food. oh and how weird was it to not be eating ecuadorian breakfast fare of watery scrambled eggs?

I don't know why i'm still "journalling" but I can't stop.