AAAAAAHHHH of happy.
So, my life fucking rocks. Period. I live in Portland, I have amazing friends who I can talk to on the phone and who are just basically epic all the time, I went to Rocky and I'm balancing between people here and people elsewhere, I'm awesome and colorful and my hair is blond-ish and I'm reading an amazing book and I'm confused as fuck about a lot of what is going on right now but not so much with other stuff and even if I don't understand it, every little element of my life is swirling around me, in my head and outside of it, making complete sense. I know with such certainty that all of these things are falling into place or starting up because that is what needs to be happening in my life, and I'm just open and purely happy and ready for the universe.
I feel so weird, but so right.
Now, I can do things like tweet at Molly and hang out with her for hours, have other campers show up, GO TO FUCKING VOODO and just be in this city, with people I adore.
Last night, I went to Rocky with 3 other campers and 3 awesome Portland people and my Moms and my brother and then we all went back to Kina's and spent the night. We ate pizza and frozen yogurt and watched the South Park movie and talked for ages and YOU GUYS I SAW QACEI AND IT MADE ME REALLY HAPPY. I got about 3 hours of sleep and then we had to be picked up so we could help tame the wild of The Winch's backyard. There were grapes. Tonight I played Rock Band and got complimented on my voice, and I've just been feeling really confidant about my voice lately. Which makes me feel optimistic because I'm gonna start being a part of The Portland Lesbian's Choir (Or something like that, and I don't actually know if it'll happen, I'll be in it with my Moms so I don't know much about it.).
I don't even know what I'm talking about anymore. I love my life, and the people in it, and what I'm doing with it, and everything. Everything.
I feel so weird, but so right.
Now, I can do things like tweet at Molly and hang out with her for hours, have other campers show up, GO TO FUCKING VOODO and just be in this city, with people I adore.
Last night, I went to Rocky with 3 other campers and 3 awesome Portland people and my Moms and my brother and then we all went back to Kina's and spent the night. We ate pizza and frozen yogurt and watched the South Park movie and talked for ages and YOU GUYS I SAW QACEI AND IT MADE ME REALLY HAPPY. I got about 3 hours of sleep and then we had to be picked up so we could help tame the wild of The Winch's backyard. There were grapes. Tonight I played Rock Band and got complimented on my voice, and I've just been feeling really confidant about my voice lately. Which makes me feel optimistic because I'm gonna start being a part of The Portland Lesbian's Choir (Or something like that, and I don't actually know if it'll happen, I'll be in it with my Moms so I don't know much about it.).
I don't even know what I'm talking about anymore. I love my life, and the people in it, and what I'm doing with it, and everything. Everything.