Work meeting at Live Oak Brewery. I was a couple hours late, but apparently the only thing I missed was the first six pitchers of beer.
Sometimes the things I say/do when drunk alarm me. I was reading an article for evolution that asserts an ancestral suaceptibility to hypertension as evidenced by the Out-of-Africa expansion. Accordingly, people of African descent (or of tropical locales) have higher water and salt avidity due to the warmer, more humid climate. My drunk annotations emphasize fried chicken and watermelon.
new year’s resolutions progress update:
1. be perfect ✖ (I set this goal without the intention of actually achieving it, but pursuing it)
2. no more drunk texting ✓ drunk facebook commenting isn’t that much better though
3. no more drunk driving ✖ amend to “no more wasted driving”
4. be better than what I have been ✓
“It’s okay. You got this. Deep breaths, familiar landmarks. Deep breaths, familiar landmarks.”
new year’s resolutions:
1. be perfect
2. no more drunk texting
3. no more drunk driving
4. be better than what I have been
IS IT SEASONAL AFFECTIVE DISORDER IF IT LASTS UNTIL YOU GET A BOYFRIEND?
KARMA POLICE,
ARREST THIS MAN, HE TALKS IN MATHS
HE BUZZES LIKE A FRIDGE
HE’S LIKE A DETUNED RADIO …
kinda dying.
the thing is: I’m too much of a damn coward to tell the boy I like I want him to kiss me. also, because he’s an alcoholic and a smoker and it’d prolly be nasty anyway and I haven’t seen him sober (me or him) in months but dammit I like him dammit.
It was better than I thought it would be, but I had pretty low expectations. I don't regret watching it, but I wouldn't watch it again.
Recalling a moment last winter in my last apartment (Sandstone 102 aka sandSTORM102) alone in the living dungeon when the frat boys upstairs or perhaps just outside in the adjacent apartment complexes ended a party listening to Phil Collins. The music leaked into my apartment for what felt like hours but was probably only half an hour, 45 minutes tops.
There is a serious fly infestation in the apartment. It is equal parts disgusting and funny.
We aren’t sure how this came to be, just that the other morning yells of frustration could be heard from the kitchen. Indeed, out by the garbage can was Christie, wielding a cereal box and batting it against the window. An estimated 30 flies met their end in those ten minutes of fight.
The battlegrounds in a quiet moment
We do have a theory. For a while we’ve suspected birds living in our dryer vent, as evidenced by the chirping and flapping noises, and the dryer not doing its damn job.
Now we think something died in there, and a fly laid its eggs on the dead body in our walls.
They always struggle at the end.
The final resting place of more than 100 flies.
This shit actually works, now.
Just sharing some overall stats from my 750words last month. I didn’t complete the One Month Challenge, and I’ve already failed it for this month, but I’ll do better next month.
Statistics
Average time to 750 words: 23 minutes
Average word speed: 31/min
18 days completed of the 23 days started
15,561 total words
It’s been over three weeks since I last logged into Facebook (I think I deleted it), and I can say with confidence that I’m happier without it. (For the record, I deny ever being “addicted” to Facebook.)
Sure, I’m missing out, but that’s part of why I’m happier. I don’t have to see other people having fun without me, so my stupid lady feelings don’t get offended. (Yeah, being a girl still sucks, but nothing’s going to change that.)
Even if I do find out eventually, it hurts a lot less. Which doesn’t really make sense, but that’s okay. I’ve kept busy. I have a lot to do. Not sure if it’s helping me with my studies, but we’ll see. Now that I mention it, last spring I gave up Facebook for Lent and got a 4.0 – possibly relevant.
I miss Plano, my dog (as usual), viola, mommy and daddy (nevermind that I saw them just over a week ago, I still miss them), the pink LeSportsac pencil bag that I either lost or left at home, Nico (my dog), driving 200 miles alone (which I don’t get to do often because it seems like every time I want to go home, so does my brother…I think it’s a conspiracy devised by papa to minimize my driving. He’ll completely deny it, though. And hi mom, I know you’re reading this – no, I’m not bitter, just observing. In fact, I find it amusing), using my wireless keyboard (given up hope on ever finding the receiver), and my non-Austin friends.
N-N-N-NAP TIME! Then study-for-genetics time.
Second movement of the cello concerto, about 4 minutes in (actually, it’s a motif present in all three movements), fits nicely with the beginning of Ghosts n’ Stuff.
deadmau5 – Ghosts n’ Stuff (feat. Rob Swire)
Also, Bumblebeez 81′s Pony Ride. But I’m not too big a fan of that song.
Unless no one else can see (hear) what I’m talking about, in which case this post never happened.
Edit: Okay, I checked it out on YoutubeDoubler and it’s mostly just noise. Uh…sorry for wasting your time.