Well shit. . . .long post.
I am tired, and extremly bitchy. I had a plan yesterday and it failed miserably. I planned to sleep most of the day and I think I fucked it up by having coffee-well I tried to reverse the effects by taking my Ambian and have a super strong Valerian root tea. It made me a little sleepy but not sleepy enouph. So pissed off on other topics best not mentioned I emptied the dishwasher and then reloaded it again. Then it was off to the Underground for karoke night.
My friends Wendy and Susan were there, Brandon, Natalie, Laurel from La Vie Boheme, and it was great to see him all, even Robin was there and I havn't seen her in so long! Anyhow, I sang my songs which where:
When I Die-Blood Sweat and Tears
Wherever You Will Go-The Calling
I Only Have Eyes For You-The Flamingos.
Glory-from RENT-which I totally sucked at, I lost it in the middle goddamnit.
Then I saw Scott who I havn't seen in a GREAT GREAT while. So we had a long conversation on the suckage that is dating and being gay. It was nice to talk to him, he is a libra and a great listener. He just graduated so he will be going off to graduate school soon. North Dakota of all places! WTF?
At work now, and I got Saturday night partially off for Ritual. It's Sam's ritual this time and she is excited about it, poor girl is working herself to the bone. She says she is going to be extremly bitchy until this comming Wenesday, which is good, I will avoid her at all costs. On another note, our kitchen is "dish free" which I Find to be rather remarkable. I am writing more and more on my book. Going back to the island opened up some productivity if you guys really really want to see it. I will post a poll on that later.
Family Update:
Mom has been calling my landline every day for the past week, and since no one calls me on my landline,
I don't check messages on it. If I do its like once every 3 days. So its just her usual bullshit guilt and she just can't figure out why I won't call her, and that she is very happy with Elton, although why you would come back to see your children after a blind man beat you with his cane and then went back and every thing is "fine" is beyound me.
I asked Dad if he could get me six months of insurance for my 25th birthday. He said "it's a possibility" I mean I really really don't like driving without insurance. Plus, I can't afford right now, with therapy, phone, rent, and student loan payments, eepp. He is taking me to New York City, just me and him. I am hoping he won't be in a bitchy mood because he usually gets bitchy when traveling is involved but we are taking the train. So being stuck in a train is alot better than in a car with Pop. He got so nervous last time we went to NYC, it was as if New Yorkers were actually vampires because "We had to leave before it got dark!" God. My parents are nuts.
Oh yeah and dating sucks, it really really does.