meeeeeemories

so i've been reading through my old blog. and it is embarrassing. i want to take the bottle of vodka out of my 20yr old hand and smack myself over the head with it.

i know i can be an overdramatic drama queen. but jesus. it grates on me to even read half of that shit. which makes me wonder what in the world you people are thinking reading this.

i may or may not have given my intern the assignment today of going and buying silly string and then proceeding to cover a coworkers car. i'm so TOTALLY going to get the mentor of the year award.

i've slept like the dead for the past 2 nights because i found some "all natural" sleep aid that tastes like berry tums. it works so well that i apparently slept through the dog walking ON MY FACE at 2am.

i finally watched pan's labyrinth. i dont know why i waited so long. very impressed. AND it marks another movie off my foreign film goals. so double w00t to that.

yes, i did just w00t you.

back to the old blogs. even in those i can see how i live in a cycle of up and down. the drinking didnt help that at all. nor did the apparently very rainy 2004. but i can remember most of the events, after reading them. going a little too high, or a little too low. i wonder where i'd be now had i not taken myself off medication all that time ago. who knows. but i like where i am at this moment in time, and i'll keep that.

this weekend should be a very good one, as we are going to the mighty c-bus for shainna's bday. it will be good to get back there and all of us be together again. including her twenty cats.

i dont know what else to write. because after reading that old garbage i am afraid of making an ass of myself. and not the fun, jazzhands, tripping down steps kind of ass, but the kind you want to give a swirly to for being annoying. i dunno. i dont have any super fun stories for you as of late. i got my latest pottery pieces back last night, and they arent as exciting as the last set. i just really wasnt feeling it this session. but come september, i'm stepping back up to the plate or whatever metaphor is needed here, and i'm going to keep learning.

also, after watching a marathon of Hoarders, i'm convinced i am one and i want to throw away everything i own. i didn't need webmd to tell me i have too much stuff. and it's genetic, and if you've been to my parents house... well... you KNOW I'M NOT MAKING THIS UP. well. maybe a little. i'm not as bad as they are. BUT STILL.

i like cheesecake, dancing in the rain, and winning at scrabble.