SpongeBob: "I'm ready... promotion. I'm ready... promotion." [Later] "I'm ready... depression."
Hahaha... I'm such a loser. You might note the delay in posting this entry. It's because I definitely typed it all up last night, and then left the computer without actually posting it. I woke up to find it still on my computer (un-posted) this morning. If you continue reading, you might understand why. I'm such a lousy drunk. Hahaha. Anyway... on with it... a post from last night:
So... I know it's only Tuesday, but I went out drinking tonight (big shocker) to get my vacation week started off right. We tried to go to our usual place for martinis and cigars, Nicky Blaine's, but it's still closed due to a location change. (No worries everyone, it's just moving across the street.) So instead, we tried The Blue Cactus, Kameleon, and finally rooted ourselves at The Elbow Room for the long haul. And after a number of strong drinks and shots, I actually managed to get myself drunk tonight -- which you know only happens about half the time due to my high tolerance. (They like to call me "Frank the Tank," if you weren't aware.) Tonight... I managed though, and I'm still a weeeeeee tipsy.
What I want to know is... why do I always get the urge to post on LiveJournal when I'm drunk and have the least amount of intelligent things to say. Not just that though, because I can fake that with hopeful use of correct grammar and spelling. (Albeit, gibberish will most like ensue.) But also, it's when I find I have the greatest urge to say things most detrimental to my social relationships. Thus far, I've managed enough self-control to contain those urges, and I think I'm going to continue that trend for this evening. I shall say nothing bad...
And, actually... with that being said, I shall say nothing more, because I just decided that I should wait until the buzz is gone, and I have some comprehension of what I'm saying. You have no idea how badly I wanted to "drunk dial" tonight, but I contained myself. Instead... I have a tendency to "drunk e-mail." Hahaha.
Ehhhh... ok, enough. Instead of rambling even more, I leave with a plethora of quizzes, et cetera, (behind an lj-cut) that have been circulating recently...
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Firsts... Lasts
- First best friend: Megan Platt
First car: 1987 Honda Accord
First date: He knows... but, was it really a date or not?
First real kiss: He also knows, I don't like to kiss and tell
First break-up: That's for me to know
First screen name: kbear91782
First self purchased album: Paula Abdul "Forever Your Girl"
First funeral: Sadly, there have been too many to pinpoint the first
First pets: Duchess, the cocker spaniel... and Fluffy, the white cat
First piercing/tattoo: piercing -- ears in 3rd grade... tattoo -- lower back on January 3, 2003
First credit card: bank card
First true love: This goes along with the other answers... he knows. (Except I question the legitimacy of this one. How many "true loves" can we really have in our lives? So, can we really have a "first" one? And, do we really know if it is that until it's all said and done? Half of the time, looking back, we realize that it isn't even really it... we've just been caught up in the idea. Even the word scares me. And, it's become so overly used. It seems like when people say it too much, it becomes some sort of affirmation that you're trying too hard to force something. When you know it, you just feel it, and it doesn't have to be said. It's understood. But, oh well... I'll give an answer and play along with the game.)
First enemy: Ryan Harrison, 3rd grade -- oh, this one and I, we sure were mortal enemies on the playground... (secretly, I totally had the biggest crush on him... but, that ended really quick)
First musician you remember hearing in your house: It was this obscure country band called Baillie and the Boys that sang a song called "(Wish I had a) Heart of Stone"... and, my mom played it incessantly
Last car ride: Tonight, home from the bar
Last kiss: I plead the 5th
Last good cry: Awww, hell... I'm a blubbering fool, so it was probably last weekend
Last library book checked out: "The Lion in Winter" by James Goldman
Last movie seen: "Napoleon Dynamite" at the dollar theatre on Saturday
Last beverage drank: tee heeeeeeee... let's see, it would have been alcoholic... it has to have been that June Bug (which is similar to a Midori Sour)
Last food consumed: chips and salsa at the bar
Last crush: I'll never tell...
Last phone call: Rachel, she just saw the SpongeBob Movie and wanted to tell me
Last time showered: today
Last shoes worn: tan, comfortable, "moccasin" shoes (like I pay attention to brand names)
Last cd played: Jay-Z "The Black Album"
Last item bought: Besides drinks? A dvd -- "Curious George rides a bike... and more tales of mischief"
Last annoyance: Grrrrrrrrr... I shouldn't say
Last time wanting to die: Ok, that's just something I don't talk about
Last time scolded: Are you kidding? With MY parents? Every day of my life!
Last shirt worn: old, light blue, retro t-shirt
Last website visited: LiveJournal (is that not obvious?)
Last song you sang: Baillie and the Boys "(Wish I had a) Heart of Stone"... I mentioned it, so it made me want to play it, because I haven't heard it for so long. I'm telling you, I grew up on that shit.
Last word you said: "Bye." (preceded by "Ok, yeah... call me tomorrow."
Your Stripper Name is: Red
Get your own Stripper Name
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You Are the Reformer
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You're a responsible person - with a clear sense of right and wrong.
High standards are important to you, and you do everything to meet them.
You are your own worst critic, feeling ashamed if you're not perfect.
You have the highest integrity, and people expect you to be fair.
What number are you?
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Anyway... and with that, I'm looking forward to entire week of nothing but playing and vegging out, because no school and no work -- and, I needed a SERIOUS break. Hallelujah!
P.S. I've come to the conclusion that there are just certain situations in my life where I'm a weakling... no matter how hard I try.
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Cassandra, by Evelyn De Morgan (1898)
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"...Call you up in the middle of the night like a firefly without a light. You were there like a blowtorch burning. I was a key that could use a little turning. So tired that I couldn't even sleep -- so many secrets I couldn't keep. I promised myself I wouldn't weep -- one more promise I couldn't keep.
It seems no one can help me now. I'm in too deep. There's no way out. This time I have really led myself astray.
Runaway train, never going back -- wrong way on a one-way track. Seems like I should be getting somewhere. Somehow I'm neither here nor there.
Can you help me remember how to smile? Make it somehow all seem worthwhile? How on earth did I get so jaded? Life's mystery seems so faded. I can go where no one else can go. I know what no one else knows. Here I am just a-drownin' in the rain with a ticket for a runaway train.
And everything seems cut and dried -- day and night, earth and sky. Somehow I just don't believe it.
Runaway train, never going back -- wrong way on a one-way track. Seems like I should be getting somewhere. Somehow I'm neither here nor there.
Bought a ticket for a runaway train like a madman laughing at the rain -- a little out of touch, a little insane. It's just easier than dealing with the pain.
Runaway train, never going back -- wrong way on a one-way track. Seems like I should be getting somewhere. Somehow I'm neither here nor there. Runaway train, never coming back. Runaway train, tearing up the track. Runaway train, burning in my veins. I run away but it always seems the same..."
--- Soul Asylum ---