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i'm in such a good mood.
i don't know why i'm even bothering with livejournal, except i kind of feel like i owe it something, after my tirade last night about the difficulties of finding non-drinking friends. but i did it... for the first time, i totally dealt with a bout of potential depression on my own!
i was wavering on going to vancouver, as i didn't feel like i was in a good mind frame to drive that far. and i didn't really want to wake up in vancouver again either. right when i was about to leave, lorin erin and gen all called. i went to lorin's to watch some ab-fab and listen to her vent about her shitty day, and we were going to head to genjer's after. anyway, we ended up complaining for like an hour, her about a fight with jess and me about all my friends drinking, and didn't even have a single smoke or drink. then we decided to make brownies.
we did end up picking up beer, but it was kind of weird. i was sitting there, and suddenly the cigarettes tasted really not good. i sat back on the couch with my water, and my eyes were kind of stinging from the smoke. my head was hurting a bit, and i had only had my new standard one hour-long beer, and i was like, fuck this, i'm tired. and i'm NOT HAVING FUN. i had conquered the bad mood, so i didn't need to be sitting there indulging in things. i wanted to be home going to sleep. and that's what i did.
and look what happened. i woke up with a big grin on my face, sniffing the warm beach air coming through the window. i took care of myself, i didn't get trashed, and i feel great. today i'm going to probably hit the gym again. not that i feel like i need to, as i'm going tomorrow, but it's a great way to kill an hour when i'm bored. hell, may even walk up there, since now i know i can climb oxford. then tonight amber and i are going to do the whole promenade walk twice because that adds up to seven miles or seven kilometres or whatever. and when erin gets back from her haircutting course we're going to talk more about this whole moving thing.
hooray, good day! but now i must go try to call the AA lady again (yes ryan, i'm still going to go, no matter what documentaries you try to show me about the horrors of AA)...
i don't know why i'm even bothering with livejournal, except i kind of feel like i owe it something, after my tirade last night about the difficulties of finding non-drinking friends. but i did it... for the first time, i totally dealt with a bout of potential depression on my own!
i was wavering on going to vancouver, as i didn't feel like i was in a good mind frame to drive that far. and i didn't really want to wake up in vancouver again either. right when i was about to leave, lorin erin and gen all called. i went to lorin's to watch some ab-fab and listen to her vent about her shitty day, and we were going to head to genjer's after. anyway, we ended up complaining for like an hour, her about a fight with jess and me about all my friends drinking, and didn't even have a single smoke or drink. then we decided to make brownies.
we did end up picking up beer, but it was kind of weird. i was sitting there, and suddenly the cigarettes tasted really not good. i sat back on the couch with my water, and my eyes were kind of stinging from the smoke. my head was hurting a bit, and i had only had my new standard one hour-long beer, and i was like, fuck this, i'm tired. and i'm NOT HAVING FUN. i had conquered the bad mood, so i didn't need to be sitting there indulging in things. i wanted to be home going to sleep. and that's what i did.
and look what happened. i woke up with a big grin on my face, sniffing the warm beach air coming through the window. i took care of myself, i didn't get trashed, and i feel great. today i'm going to probably hit the gym again. not that i feel like i need to, as i'm going tomorrow, but it's a great way to kill an hour when i'm bored. hell, may even walk up there, since now i know i can climb oxford. then tonight amber and i are going to do the whole promenade walk twice because that adds up to seven miles or seven kilometres or whatever. and when erin gets back from her haircutting course we're going to talk more about this whole moving thing.
hooray, good day! but now i must go try to call the AA lady again (yes ryan, i'm still going to go, no matter what documentaries you try to show me about the horrors of AA)...