Camping FTW
So on the 3rd of July we went 'camping'. This included a massive amount of people who I will not name and sheep and fun. Yes, there were sheep. They were super loud and cute and I loved it. The 'camping' was close enough to a house for indoor plumbing, involved tons of alcohol, and fireworks. I offically like 'camping'. I have been told this is not real camping but it involved tents and I'll stick with it.
First, I did a fantastic job at keeping an amazing level of drunk going throughout the night without ever getting sick or sober. A rough estimate of consumption includes: a beer, vodka and redbull, vodka and orange juice, vodka and pomegranate green tea, 1/3 bottle white chocolate godiva, 1/2 bottle amaretto, about 5 swings of vodka from the bottle, random other drinks handed to me. Yes, I am a champion. I met a lot of new people and suffered from little to no social anxiety which was fantastic but mainly alcohol based I'm sure. Highlights of the night included:
*Dead baby joke song
*Debauchery of various levels
*Meeting hot new girls
*Super random conversations
*Seeing sheep!
*Breasts used as x-wing fighters
*Friendly handjob coupons
Also, I am super happy in general with life. I am meeting lots of good people, I have found *tribe* again, I am working in a fantastic job that lets me have silly hair and piercings, and I am growing and changing and learning and doing important Jessica things. It's really interesting that I'm getting very good at correctly identifying what mood shift I'm in. I have been insanely manic for the past few days and today I started bitching about something random and I literally FELT the shiffffffft to depressed. Identifying is the first step. Now I have to work on fixing. At least I understand what is wrong with me so when I think things are super horrible I can logically tell myself I will feel better again. And while it seems really sad, sometimes I enjoy being all crazy because my manic swings are so so so so good and fun and I am getting better about utilizing them correctly and not engaging in self destructive behaviors. Not to mention: I can't believe that we would lie in our graves, wondering if we had spent our living days well. So being sort of manic and excessive is not necessarily a bad thing when you believe the things I do.
First, I did a fantastic job at keeping an amazing level of drunk going throughout the night without ever getting sick or sober. A rough estimate of consumption includes: a beer, vodka and redbull, vodka and orange juice, vodka and pomegranate green tea, 1/3 bottle white chocolate godiva, 1/2 bottle amaretto, about 5 swings of vodka from the bottle, random other drinks handed to me. Yes, I am a champion. I met a lot of new people and suffered from little to no social anxiety which was fantastic but mainly alcohol based I'm sure. Highlights of the night included:
*Dead baby joke song
*Debauchery of various levels
*Meeting hot new girls
*Super random conversations
*Seeing sheep!
*Breasts used as x-wing fighters
*Friendly handjob coupons
Also, I am super happy in general with life. I am meeting lots of good people, I have found *tribe* again, I am working in a fantastic job that lets me have silly hair and piercings, and I am growing and changing and learning and doing important Jessica things. It's really interesting that I'm getting very good at correctly identifying what mood shift I'm in. I have been insanely manic for the past few days and today I started bitching about something random and I literally FELT the shiffffffft to depressed. Identifying is the first step. Now I have to work on fixing. At least I understand what is wrong with me so when I think things are super horrible I can logically tell myself I will feel better again. And while it seems really sad, sometimes I enjoy being all crazy because my manic swings are so so so so good and fun and I am getting better about utilizing them correctly and not engaging in self destructive behaviors. Not to mention: I can't believe that we would lie in our graves, wondering if we had spent our living days well. So being sort of manic and excessive is not necessarily a bad thing when you believe the things I do.