Okay....
so, I've been like, no, don't bother writing something until you are really awake and can fully elaborate on some thoughts and ideas...
or I could just ramble for awhile.
I am currently in the 4th day of having this cold type thing. Who the hell gets a cold in June? Me, the girl who apparently needs to be in a bubble. I actually blame sick coworkers and lack of sleep. I've had a lot of problems getting REAL sleep lately. I don't entirely know why. I'm also, probably, sick as a result of not sleeping all week...to the point where I had to pull off the road on the way home on Friday and sleep in the car for a few until I could drive again without opening my eyes to the sight of a tractor trailer passing me...and wondering, where did he come from?... and then what do I do? Come home, eat, hang out for a bit, and head out to a party with my roommate and friends. Hmmm.....
I wasn't even intending to drink. Somehow, if your at a party where the drinks are what is bringing you together, that is, however, what usually ends up happening....drinking. I actually had a really good time, though my hyper-seem-to-be-on coke...(or..amphetamines...) side kicked in and I was very much all for the idea of playing soccer (without my heels) but everyone kind of wanked out on me. I also still have my apparent knack for getting in awkard situations with guys who have girlsfriends. Nothing happened, just one of those bizarre feelings of "what the hell is going on" for awhile. I think I was definitely in a flirtatious mood...I remember sort of wrapping myself around a street sign outside a bar...No, I really wasn't THAT drunk...eventually, because somehow it seemed like the best option, my friend had a friend of his....a cop...give me a ride back to my place. It was very weird. I know I didn't do anything illegal. He was a very nice cop, and I remember chatting with him about random topics. I then returned home to find my friend flossing in my bathroom...and somehow we all ended up going back to the party...and I think I am learning self-restraint, because I wanted to run around outside in the rain naked, but I didn't, because I realized that the Brookline Police may not appreciate that. Eventually, I left in a weird confused huff at 4am or so, distraught with thoughts that my whole life will change AGAIN very shortly...not the normal ho-hum working everyday stuff of the past year, but my living situation/ social circle/ etc. ...and I contemplate if the friendships I've made will really last...if all these conversations at 3 am were really important or if they were total cod shit....we'll just have to see, I really guess.
Saturday, I started the process of losing my voice, which has been on-going ever since. I hope it will come back and I will no longer sound like Kirsty Alley meets George Burns. Unfortunately, this all happened at my friend's graduation party, which I felt odd for several reasons...part of involving a guy who I like as a friend who likes me as more than a friend who's friend I like more than a friend (or maybe not....?) who may or may like me more than a friend. It's this kind of shit that makes me think that I'm still in high school and no one ever grows up.
The final points here:
1) Sleep is good.
2) Partying on no sleep is not
3) Men are just as damn confusing as women.
4) I think I must be driving my roommate nuts with listening to "Sleep" and "The Last High" by the Dandy Warhols...in addition to a good dose of Cat Power and Morcheeba.This is me coming down from the high energy wonderland.
so, I've been like, no, don't bother writing something until you are really awake and can fully elaborate on some thoughts and ideas...
or I could just ramble for awhile.
I am currently in the 4th day of having this cold type thing. Who the hell gets a cold in June? Me, the girl who apparently needs to be in a bubble. I actually blame sick coworkers and lack of sleep. I've had a lot of problems getting REAL sleep lately. I don't entirely know why. I'm also, probably, sick as a result of not sleeping all week...to the point where I had to pull off the road on the way home on Friday and sleep in the car for a few until I could drive again without opening my eyes to the sight of a tractor trailer passing me...and wondering, where did he come from?... and then what do I do? Come home, eat, hang out for a bit, and head out to a party with my roommate and friends. Hmmm.....
I wasn't even intending to drink. Somehow, if your at a party where the drinks are what is bringing you together, that is, however, what usually ends up happening....drinking. I actually had a really good time, though my hyper-seem-to-be-on coke...(or..amphetamines...) side kicked in and I was very much all for the idea of playing soccer (without my heels) but everyone kind of wanked out on me. I also still have my apparent knack for getting in awkard situations with guys who have girlsfriends. Nothing happened, just one of those bizarre feelings of "what the hell is going on" for awhile. I think I was definitely in a flirtatious mood...I remember sort of wrapping myself around a street sign outside a bar...No, I really wasn't THAT drunk...eventually, because somehow it seemed like the best option, my friend had a friend of his....a cop...give me a ride back to my place. It was very weird. I know I didn't do anything illegal. He was a very nice cop, and I remember chatting with him about random topics. I then returned home to find my friend flossing in my bathroom...and somehow we all ended up going back to the party...and I think I am learning self-restraint, because I wanted to run around outside in the rain naked, but I didn't, because I realized that the Brookline Police may not appreciate that. Eventually, I left in a weird confused huff at 4am or so, distraught with thoughts that my whole life will change AGAIN very shortly...not the normal ho-hum working everyday stuff of the past year, but my living situation/ social circle/ etc. ...and I contemplate if the friendships I've made will really last...if all these conversations at 3 am were really important or if they were total cod shit....we'll just have to see, I really guess.
Saturday, I started the process of losing my voice, which has been on-going ever since. I hope it will come back and I will no longer sound like Kirsty Alley meets George Burns. Unfortunately, this all happened at my friend's graduation party, which I felt odd for several reasons...part of involving a guy who I like as a friend who likes me as more than a friend who's friend I like more than a friend (or maybe not....?) who may or may like me more than a friend. It's this kind of shit that makes me think that I'm still in high school and no one ever grows up.
The final points here:
1) Sleep is good.
2) Partying on no sleep is not
3) Men are just as damn confusing as women.
4) I think I must be driving my roommate nuts with listening to "Sleep" and "The Last High" by the Dandy Warhols...in addition to a good dose of Cat Power and Morcheeba.This is me coming down from the high energy wonderland.
moxie84:
yes, sleep is good. i also agree, men and women can be equally confusing and fucked up. a lot of people don't know what they want or where they stand, so for someone else to figure it out it's damn near impossible. anyway, keep driving your roommate nuts cause the dandys are the shit.