tell me what it's like to be alone....
I declare it time for a decent update. I've been itching to write a decent recent post for some time. But when the opportunity arises, I freeze like the ice that covers my cars windshield.
That’s right, topic of LJ users everywhere in the Washington D.C. metropolitan area: snow; and lots of it.
I was hesitant, after missing the first snow fall of the season over Thanksgiving break; hesitant what my first encounter of snow this year would be like.
It happened last weekend, up in Princeton, New Jersey on my surprise trip up to visit Juan for our six month (actually our sexaversary). Sometime around 2 am flakes began to fall and a mesmerized moi fell captivated under the power of the falling powder. Is how I wish I could start my lovely winter story. But, I can't, not truthfully. Instead, I was the obligatory stumbling drunk lunatic slipping and slurring words with each step I took. I was a mess, simply too fucked up to enjoy my first snow fall of the season. Pity what a little Cap'n and cider does to a girl. And by a little, I mean a lot. I will not be drinking for some time due to my actions and behavior as a product of that night. Which I'm glad about because I shouldn't be drinking excessively on these meds anyway.
--The rest of the night's events have been disclosed due to massive embarrassment which I do not care to re-live at this present moment--
Sunday. Juan was gone a good portion of the afternoon so I was left in the hall with my Princeton lovelies. After waking up still drunk and stumbling I made my way around with the girls (who were as well in the state I was in). Later on in the day after my darling boyfriend returned from his job interviews, he, I and Erin went out for a most triumphant snowball fight. Lots of laughs and spills and snow down underwear and all American fun. I felt like a kid again, except instead of squealing when hit with snow (which actually, DID take place) was a nice amount of yelling "WHORE!" and tackling the other person.
It was glorious. I do believe that concludes my story de snow. Except for that we got WHAMIED with snow yesterday (my attention span can only take so much of discussing one topic).
Christmas is approaching rapidly. It doesn't have the same novelty meaning to me this year. I mean, it was always so exciting and anticipated, but this year....meh. It rather feels like this year, 'Tis the season to be stressful. Falalalala.....
Ugh, my post is going in the entirely wrong direction. I don't want to be cliché and discuss snow and Christmas and frosty and joy and love.
No! Livejournal was not created for such happiness!
It is for young people, such as us, to vent and cry and contemplate about suicide and complain and be blissfully emo, goddamnit!
Damnit, Janet! (Rocky Horror = love).
Fuck, I'm at a loss of how to continue. If I was in the mood, I would write about how everyone comes home next week and we'll all be together again and things will be like summer------sans warmness and shorts.
Monday my mom and I are hopping in the new (and by new I mean new to our family) Jeep ("Joe") and driving down to North Carolina to visit my Aunt and my Grandma Teresa's childhood friend Shirley. Originally, I wasn't going to go, but I jumped at the idea to join along when I found out that stories will be swapped of Grammy.
We shall return late Tuesday and I will then venture to Ali on Wednesday. A night full of happy smiles, jaws sore from laughing and lots of classic drama movies will be shared.
I feel that this entry is loosing (if ever possessed) its pizzazz. I'm getting rather bored with myself and think I shall go read for now.
But first, something that made me smile today (I want to try and start doing this so that I keep things in perspective and don't take the little things for granted): after I worked out today, I was streching along with two other ladies (maybe in their early 50s) and I was stretching my legs in the Scorpion position (while you stand, bringing your foot up to your head, making a C-like shape with your leg). The lady asked me if I was double jointed. I replied, "nope. I was a cheerleader." They seemed impressed and I do believe that's one of the few times I felt proud of cheering (aside from when I was younger and I thought it was cool).
Remember to breathe....in AND out.
Post script: not that it's terribly exciting, but yesterday was my "Half-Birthday" and that's super.
For some reason, I just remembered sitting in the kitchen at my Grandma and Grandad's house in Virginia, at the table, looking out the window at the seeds in the humming bird feeder. Odd what the mind rustles up sometimes.
That’s right, topic of LJ users everywhere in the Washington D.C. metropolitan area: snow; and lots of it.
I was hesitant, after missing the first snow fall of the season over Thanksgiving break; hesitant what my first encounter of snow this year would be like.
It happened last weekend, up in Princeton, New Jersey on my surprise trip up to visit Juan for our six month (actually our sexaversary). Sometime around 2 am flakes began to fall and a mesmerized moi fell captivated under the power of the falling powder. Is how I wish I could start my lovely winter story. But, I can't, not truthfully. Instead, I was the obligatory stumbling drunk lunatic slipping and slurring words with each step I took. I was a mess, simply too fucked up to enjoy my first snow fall of the season. Pity what a little Cap'n and cider does to a girl. And by a little, I mean a lot. I will not be drinking for some time due to my actions and behavior as a product of that night. Which I'm glad about because I shouldn't be drinking excessively on these meds anyway.
--The rest of the night's events have been disclosed due to massive embarrassment which I do not care to re-live at this present moment--
Sunday. Juan was gone a good portion of the afternoon so I was left in the hall with my Princeton lovelies. After waking up still drunk and stumbling I made my way around with the girls (who were as well in the state I was in). Later on in the day after my darling boyfriend returned from his job interviews, he, I and Erin went out for a most triumphant snowball fight. Lots of laughs and spills and snow down underwear and all American fun. I felt like a kid again, except instead of squealing when hit with snow (which actually, DID take place) was a nice amount of yelling "WHORE!" and tackling the other person.
It was glorious. I do believe that concludes my story de snow. Except for that we got WHAMIED with snow yesterday (my attention span can only take so much of discussing one topic).
Christmas is approaching rapidly. It doesn't have the same novelty meaning to me this year. I mean, it was always so exciting and anticipated, but this year....meh. It rather feels like this year, 'Tis the season to be stressful. Falalalala.....
Ugh, my post is going in the entirely wrong direction. I don't want to be cliché and discuss snow and Christmas and frosty and joy and love.
No! Livejournal was not created for such happiness!
It is for young people, such as us, to vent and cry and contemplate about suicide and complain and be blissfully emo, goddamnit!
Damnit, Janet! (Rocky Horror = love).
Fuck, I'm at a loss of how to continue. If I was in the mood, I would write about how everyone comes home next week and we'll all be together again and things will be like summer------sans warmness and shorts.
Monday my mom and I are hopping in the new (and by new I mean new to our family) Jeep ("Joe") and driving down to North Carolina to visit my Aunt and my Grandma Teresa's childhood friend Shirley. Originally, I wasn't going to go, but I jumped at the idea to join along when I found out that stories will be swapped of Grammy.
We shall return late Tuesday and I will then venture to Ali on Wednesday. A night full of happy smiles, jaws sore from laughing and lots of classic drama movies will be shared.
I feel that this entry is loosing (if ever possessed) its pizzazz. I'm getting rather bored with myself and think I shall go read for now.
But first, something that made me smile today (I want to try and start doing this so that I keep things in perspective and don't take the little things for granted): after I worked out today, I was streching along with two other ladies (maybe in their early 50s) and I was stretching my legs in the Scorpion position (while you stand, bringing your foot up to your head, making a C-like shape with your leg). The lady asked me if I was double jointed. I replied, "nope. I was a cheerleader." They seemed impressed and I do believe that's one of the few times I felt proud of cheering (aside from when I was younger and I thought it was cool).
Remember to breathe....in AND out.
Post script: not that it's terribly exciting, but yesterday was my "Half-Birthday" and that's super.
For some reason, I just remembered sitting in the kitchen at my Grandma and Grandad's house in Virginia, at the table, looking out the window at the seeds in the humming bird feeder. Odd what the mind rustles up sometimes.