God it's been a lovely day. Everything's been going my way. I had so much fun today and I'm on fire.
Amy's in the Bahamas right now. She'll be back on Tuesday. Her phone's been turned off the whole time she's been gone which is kind of obnoxious.
I'm living in my new place now. It's effectively downtown. All I have to do is hike up a hill and I'm there. I pray to God that I lose some weight this semester since I'll be getting off my lazy and doing stuff and walking everywhere. Location aside I kinda like my old place a little better. The rooms here are small, I have to share a bathroom, and it's much more expensive, but I guess that's the price of good location. It's not as if I get up and dance around my room regularly anyway so it's not a big issue.
I went to the lake this weekend with Brandon, Jenn, Robert, Meghan, and Patrick. I had a pretty good time aside from the moderate sunburn and some stupid shit on Sunday I won't even go into on here. I got drunk last night. The most drunk I've ever been, (which isn't saying much because I've only been drunk one other time. I had a few Jack and Cokes, then once the coke was gone, gatorade and vodka. I was really gone. I couldn't screen the things coming out of my mouth, they just came out as I thought them. I remember myself at least being coherent and at least somewhat eloquent. I do recall doing lots of giggling and occasionally covering my mouth and blushing. As Meghan pointed out, I seem to become a regular chatty cathy once I get drunk. We all were supposed to go to bed around 3:30 but I kept talking Meghan's ear off for God knows how long before I finally shut up and let her get to sleep. Still not sure when I went out, but I do know I got up just before 8 when the sun decided to pull a Raiders of the Lost Arc on my left eyeball. After going downstairs to check my phone for the time, I came back up and spent the next hour and a half trying unsuccessfully go back to sleep, and a subsequent half an hour trying to figure out whether or not to wake up anyone else before I finally realized Jenn was already up.
Highlight of today was probably my decision that cutting a spin on the Seadoo going 35 mph was not only something within the realm of physics as we know it, but also a damn good idea. I started laughing the instant I launched sidelong off the damn thing. When I came up the Seadoo was about 20 to 30 feet away from me. Unfortunately later I noticed a spot on my leg that hurt pretty badly. I can only imagine this came from me wanging my leg upon the seat or some other outcropping as I went flying.
I'm not entirely sure but I seem to be suffering some sort of prolongued inebriation. I know I'm not drunk and I'm certainly not high, but I certainly feel as if I'm in an altered state. I don't have any problems with words flying out but my train of thought does seem to be a bit off the rails since last night. I've still been talking a lot. I strongly considered writing an entire LJ post in a sonnet using iambic pentameter, then cramming it into paragraph format then waiting to see if anyone noticed (I realized I was far to lazy and tired at this point. I'm also using a smattering of short and to the point sentences instead of my normal run-on garbage. I just realized what this feeling is. At most I think I got about 2 hours of sleep last night. I'm not high, it's sleep deprivation. I feel much more at ease now. It's still kinda strange, and subsequently I may say some odd and fairly unguarded things.
I realized this weekend that I'm not gonna see Meghan or Gwynne very often for a long time. This made me sad. I've known Meghan for a long time but we've never been as close as I'd have liked and I was just getting to know Gwynne and finding out we have a lot of interest in common, particularly things that I have no other person I can actually talk to in real life about. The Gwynne goodbye boat kinda already sailed without me but at least we get one more hurrah for Meghan before she goes away. I'll miss them both a lot, but they present a good reason to go check out Seattle and I know they'll be back here every now and then. I live very much in the present, and throughout life people have come and gone from my life like water, their time as my friends done as they go to new things as various factors split us apart, but there are just some people I can't let that happen with and Meghan and Gwynne happen to be two of them.
In summary:
1) The sun should be replaced with some form of warm, ambient lighting that doesn't cook you with radiation.
2) Physics wins every time
3) Being a talkative drunk is both fun and dangerous.
4) You don't know what you've got till it's gone.
I'm living in my new place now. It's effectively downtown. All I have to do is hike up a hill and I'm there. I pray to God that I lose some weight this semester since I'll be getting off my lazy and doing stuff and walking everywhere. Location aside I kinda like my old place a little better. The rooms here are small, I have to share a bathroom, and it's much more expensive, but I guess that's the price of good location. It's not as if I get up and dance around my room regularly anyway so it's not a big issue.
I went to the lake this weekend with Brandon, Jenn, Robert, Meghan, and Patrick. I had a pretty good time aside from the moderate sunburn and some stupid shit on Sunday I won't even go into on here. I got drunk last night. The most drunk I've ever been, (which isn't saying much because I've only been drunk one other time. I had a few Jack and Cokes, then once the coke was gone, gatorade and vodka. I was really gone. I couldn't screen the things coming out of my mouth, they just came out as I thought them. I remember myself at least being coherent and at least somewhat eloquent. I do recall doing lots of giggling and occasionally covering my mouth and blushing. As Meghan pointed out, I seem to become a regular chatty cathy once I get drunk. We all were supposed to go to bed around 3:30 but I kept talking Meghan's ear off for God knows how long before I finally shut up and let her get to sleep. Still not sure when I went out, but I do know I got up just before 8 when the sun decided to pull a Raiders of the Lost Arc on my left eyeball. After going downstairs to check my phone for the time, I came back up and spent the next hour and a half trying unsuccessfully go back to sleep, and a subsequent half an hour trying to figure out whether or not to wake up anyone else before I finally realized Jenn was already up.
Highlight of today was probably my decision that cutting a spin on the Seadoo going 35 mph was not only something within the realm of physics as we know it, but also a damn good idea. I started laughing the instant I launched sidelong off the damn thing. When I came up the Seadoo was about 20 to 30 feet away from me. Unfortunately later I noticed a spot on my leg that hurt pretty badly. I can only imagine this came from me wanging my leg upon the seat or some other outcropping as I went flying.
I'm not entirely sure but I seem to be suffering some sort of prolongued inebriation. I know I'm not drunk and I'm certainly not high, but I certainly feel as if I'm in an altered state. I don't have any problems with words flying out but my train of thought does seem to be a bit off the rails since last night. I've still been talking a lot. I strongly considered writing an entire LJ post in a sonnet using iambic pentameter, then cramming it into paragraph format then waiting to see if anyone noticed (I realized I was far to lazy and tired at this point. I'm also using a smattering of short and to the point sentences instead of my normal run-on garbage. I just realized what this feeling is. At most I think I got about 2 hours of sleep last night. I'm not high, it's sleep deprivation. I feel much more at ease now. It's still kinda strange, and subsequently I may say some odd and fairly unguarded things.
I realized this weekend that I'm not gonna see Meghan or Gwynne very often for a long time. This made me sad. I've known Meghan for a long time but we've never been as close as I'd have liked and I was just getting to know Gwynne and finding out we have a lot of interest in common, particularly things that I have no other person I can actually talk to in real life about. The Gwynne goodbye boat kinda already sailed without me but at least we get one more hurrah for Meghan before she goes away. I'll miss them both a lot, but they present a good reason to go check out Seattle and I know they'll be back here every now and then. I live very much in the present, and throughout life people have come and gone from my life like water, their time as my friends done as they go to new things as various factors split us apart, but there are just some people I can't let that happen with and Meghan and Gwynne happen to be two of them.
In summary:
1) The sun should be replaced with some form of warm, ambient lighting that doesn't cook you with radiation.
2) Physics wins every time
3) Being a talkative drunk is both fun and dangerous.
4) You don't know what you've got till it's gone.