Yeah!!
Yeah, so, despite Six Feet Under continually depressing the FUCK out of me every week (FUCKING BASTARDS STOP DYING ALREADY!!!), I've had a pretty good day today.
Actually, the most noteably good part was when I realized I could do a shoulder-stand. You know, where you lie on your back, and then you lift the rest of your body up while it all rests on your shoulders/neck and you brace yourself by holding your arms firmly on the ground? Yeah that one. Jamie was putting her legs over her head while we were having an impromptu on-the-floor dance party, and I decided I may as well try (so what if I had a skirt on, ain't nuthin she hasn't seen). It took a few tries, but I got it once, and was SOOOOO proud. Wasn't able to do it again for a good twenty minutes, but damnit, I kept going! FIIIINALLY I got it again, and again, and again. At first I was just letting my legs fly over and rest on the futon behind me, but then I finally did a full-up shoulder stand and daaamn it was aweeesssommeeee.
I know. Most people can probably do this. But I'm really proud of myself because a) the only thing I could do as a child was a sommersault, b) I can't even ride a bike, and c) why the fuck not? It's not something either one of my parents could do; mom because she's too out of shape, and dad because of his broken back.
So there you go.
My back muscles hurt like fucking CRAZY from doing it, so I'm giving myself a rest, and I'm trying to stretch out first, but yikes I can't stop! I came home tonight after getting the shit kicked out of me whilst watching Six Feet Under (again, STOP DYING ALREADY, FUCKOS!), made conversation with housemates, and then promptly went up to my room to do more shoulder-stands. This time I can brace my legs on the top platform on the bunk bed, and again, back hurts, but SO MUCH FUN AAH.
It's lame, however, it amuses me. One cannot argue with that.
Nope. Nossirree.
I'm looking forward to August 16th. I get my head looked at by my shrink, I haven't seen her since before I went to Europe, when we were on a weekly basis. Today has been a good day, and I want to say things are going great, which they are in their own way, but in five seconds I could be saying how much I hate my life, so, there you go.
Ok. yeah. back starting to really hurt. Hmm. Shit.
Still not phased! I am feeling just awesome! RAR!
Ooh I just tooted. That felt good.
Ehhhh fuckit, my life is good. Even if I pout tomorrow, I'll still know my life is good. Cuz it is. It just is. Certain parts suck big salty balls, sure, but fuckit! Argh! (my formula or "stay out of the house as much as possible" seems to be working.)
Ok. I'm going to attempt in vain to give myself a massage. This could get tricky!
I got the remainder of my CD collection from mom's house today. It was just one wallet that I left in England, that had all my good respectable stuff in it, like SMiLE and all of my favorite Who albums. Fuck! Good thing I have most tracks at least three times over, right? But still. Anyways, beside the point. Point is, I was someone happy to see my crap music collection made it out safe, like ELO and the Monkees, not to mention all that Mike Nesmith stuff (wtf?), but at the same time... if I could trade it with the wallet that was lost somewhere en-transit, I would. Like, fifty times over.
Take it all! Take my Monkees! TAKE MY ELO!!!! I just want my Who collection back.
On that note, I'm debating getting my tattoo on the 23rd. Depends on what my bank funds look like. Perhaps that should also wait until September 1st :-P
Fucking goddamn September. Somehow I already know that month is gonna fuck my brain up.
Right. Anddddd that's all.
I think?
Yeh.
Stuff!
-Alex