lingering intoxication
Weird mood.
Maybe it's because I'm supposed to feel different? Turning 21 was nice. Not really life-altering or the best thing that ever happened to me. I ditched my afternoon classes to hang out with Granma and Damien, and then went to my parents' for dinner. Maybe I'm in a weird mood because of birthday guilt; I always feel bad about getting presents, but the light fixture from my parents, jewelry, and dining set from Granma was really too much. Last night I went to a bar in town with friends, and got tipsy but not stupid. It was fun, but probably not something that will be a regular occurrence. I'm perfectly happy with a Saturday night at a friends' or with Devin, not sipping overpriced drinks and fighting my way through really ghetto people to get to the dance floor.
I've also been sick for a week, which probably contributes to the weird mood. Mostly, I think it's our new apartment. We haven't totally unpacked, so it's a little like living in a hotel, and we both miss the old place, despite the dead hooker smell and awful neighborhood. It was more like a house, and definitely more private. Here we constantly hear our neighbors' water running, close our blinds for privacy, and cringe when we step so hard that the neighbors below must hear us. I know this is a better, safer place, but the old one felt like home.
Maybe it's just the change of the seasons. Or the fact that my brother's new ten year old step daughter calls me "Aunt Lauren"; I know we're supposed to automatically accept Jason's new family as our own, but I don't feel like her aunt, only Damien's. Maybe I'm hormonal. Maybe I haven't gotten enough sleep.
Or I could just be wonky because I went to my parents' to take care of some laundry (our new washer is really small) and was forced to watch a marathon of Lifetime movies with Grammy, who came into town to surprise me for my birthday. Nothing like watching a string of movies about teen pregnancy and abductions to cheer you right up.
Maybe it's because I'm supposed to feel different? Turning 21 was nice. Not really life-altering or the best thing that ever happened to me. I ditched my afternoon classes to hang out with Granma and Damien, and then went to my parents' for dinner. Maybe I'm in a weird mood because of birthday guilt; I always feel bad about getting presents, but the light fixture from my parents, jewelry, and dining set from Granma was really too much. Last night I went to a bar in town with friends, and got tipsy but not stupid. It was fun, but probably not something that will be a regular occurrence. I'm perfectly happy with a Saturday night at a friends' or with Devin, not sipping overpriced drinks and fighting my way through really ghetto people to get to the dance floor.
I've also been sick for a week, which probably contributes to the weird mood. Mostly, I think it's our new apartment. We haven't totally unpacked, so it's a little like living in a hotel, and we both miss the old place, despite the dead hooker smell and awful neighborhood. It was more like a house, and definitely more private. Here we constantly hear our neighbors' water running, close our blinds for privacy, and cringe when we step so hard that the neighbors below must hear us. I know this is a better, safer place, but the old one felt like home.
Maybe it's just the change of the seasons. Or the fact that my brother's new ten year old step daughter calls me "Aunt Lauren"; I know we're supposed to automatically accept Jason's new family as our own, but I don't feel like her aunt, only Damien's. Maybe I'm hormonal. Maybe I haven't gotten enough sleep.
Or I could just be wonky because I went to my parents' to take care of some laundry (our new washer is really small) and was forced to watch a marathon of Lifetime movies with Grammy, who came into town to surprise me for my birthday. Nothing like watching a string of movies about teen pregnancy and abductions to cheer you right up.