“Ever since happiness heard your name its been running through the streets trying to find you.”
Okay remember 3 entries ago when I posted about hangovers and how shitty they are? Well, Saturday morning I laughed through my entire hangover.
I'm not kidding! I lay in bed for at least an hour, going over every second of Friday night and literally laughing OUT LOUD in my empty room. Then I got up, ate some hummus and tortilla, chugged another cup of water, flopped back down on my bed and went over the whole night all over again. It was just as funny re-living it that third time!
This is Dan and Ashley at Eric's. His fan likes to sneak up under girl's dresses - Monroe style.
My favorite memory of Friday night was when Ashley, Dan, and I left Eric's house and came back to my place at 1 AM. We were in my room and I kept saying, "guys, we NEED to get pizza." I kept talking about pizza until I suddenly realized that there was one slice of bread left, cheddar cheese, and pizza sauce right there in my fridge! Without warning I got up and left. When Dan came in the kitchen 5 minutes or 5 milliseconds later, I was trying to scrape the last of the pizza sauce out of the almost empty bottle with a butter knife and it was spilling all over the counter. He came over with a wash cloth and started to clean it up, but I needed it for my pizza! So I put my hand in it. I remember thinking that if I picked up my hand, there would be a hand print in the sauce! And this was such a funny thought that I was overcome with laughter. I was laughing so hard as I rinsed my hand that I forgot to look at the hand print! When I turned around and saw that Dan had cleaned up all the sauce, I said "Dan, you're a beautiful wiper." Then the laughter came back, haha.
At one point during my Saturday morning hangover, I realized that this was a hangover and so I should be miserable. And even though I knew it was crazy, I attempted to find something bad that had happened that I could harp on for just a second or two. I came up with several "negative" memories of the night, but my mind met them with indifference. Infuckingdifference! I just couldn't bring myself to care about the stupid petty shit that I normally waste time on during hangovers.
The only thought that I actually DID care about went like this: GOD my life ROCKS. What do I EVER find to complain about???
It was as though all my thoughts were just for fun - all of LIFE was just for fun - and the only thing that matters is that nothing at all matters.
(ps - The quote is by some guy named "Hafiz" but it wouldn't fit in the allotted subject line space...)
I'm not kidding! I lay in bed for at least an hour, going over every second of Friday night and literally laughing OUT LOUD in my empty room. Then I got up, ate some hummus and tortilla, chugged another cup of water, flopped back down on my bed and went over the whole night all over again. It was just as funny re-living it that third time!
This is Dan and Ashley at Eric's. His fan likes to sneak up under girl's dresses - Monroe style.
My favorite memory of Friday night was when Ashley, Dan, and I left Eric's house and came back to my place at 1 AM. We were in my room and I kept saying, "guys, we NEED to get pizza." I kept talking about pizza until I suddenly realized that there was one slice of bread left, cheddar cheese, and pizza sauce right there in my fridge! Without warning I got up and left. When Dan came in the kitchen 5 minutes or 5 milliseconds later, I was trying to scrape the last of the pizza sauce out of the almost empty bottle with a butter knife and it was spilling all over the counter. He came over with a wash cloth and started to clean it up, but I needed it for my pizza! So I put my hand in it. I remember thinking that if I picked up my hand, there would be a hand print in the sauce! And this was such a funny thought that I was overcome with laughter. I was laughing so hard as I rinsed my hand that I forgot to look at the hand print! When I turned around and saw that Dan had cleaned up all the sauce, I said "Dan, you're a beautiful wiper." Then the laughter came back, haha.
At one point during my Saturday morning hangover, I realized that this was a hangover and so I should be miserable. And even though I knew it was crazy, I attempted to find something bad that had happened that I could harp on for just a second or two. I came up with several "negative" memories of the night, but my mind met them with indifference. Infuckingdifference! I just couldn't bring myself to care about the stupid petty shit that I normally waste time on during hangovers.
The only thought that I actually DID care about went like this: GOD my life ROCKS. What do I EVER find to complain about???
It was as though all my thoughts were just for fun - all of LIFE was just for fun - and the only thing that matters is that nothing at all matters.
(ps - The quote is by some guy named "Hafiz" but it wouldn't fit in the allotted subject line space...)