I miss sleep. Honest-to-goodness-wake-up-and-feel-refreshed sleep. I think I am getting sick due to my current insomnia. I feel run down, cranky and over sensitive.
I need to start using my weekends more for rest and relaxation and less for drinking and running around all over the place.
Granted, I had a pretty fun weekend. It was Taste Of Lincoln and my friend from college had a fantastic party on Saturday. I saw a bunch of people I have not seen in forever, which made me want to start getting on the phone and stop being so anti-social. I have been keeping myself secluded with just a few friends that I hang with constantly (mainly the roommmates). I used to have a such a wide social circle but it has tightened due to my laziness and hatred of all phone communication. Speaking of...
I lost my phone ONCE AGAIN on Saturday night. I think. It might be in my mess of a room somewhere... or in a cab somewhere... damn it, what a fucking pain! I had some great San Diego shots on there and a huge collection of ring tones. It is insured, but I still have to pay a $50 deductible. I PRAY TO SAINT ANTHONY (H says he is the saint of finding lost items) that it turns up somewhere. The battery is dead so I have no way of finding where it is and someone finding it has no way of getting a hold of me me. It's like someone ripped off my right arm and beat me with it. As much as I love my new Guess purse, the top only had a narrow latch, so my phone could have easily have fallen out at any time during my cavorting.
Mondays totally blow. But updating takes up at least an hour... uploading pictures to my desktop, then uploading them to Flickr... writing... and before I know it, it's lunch time and I can go sit my ass on the beach.
I am in the weirdest mood ever right now. It's like something is missing. But I don't know what it is. I also have a sense of impending doom. Which scares me. I feel like I am getting too caught up in bullshit and that I need to take a few steps back. I am much better than what I have displayed lately. Much more kind. My shifting living situation and unhappiness at work has taken me out of myself for awhile now. I have a great life. I just need to appreciate what I have and quit worrying so much about what I think I am missing. I think I will feel 110% better once I start taking care of myself like I should. I have already greatly reduced my alcohol consumption (save Thursday and Saturday. Sorry. Special occasions.) I don't go out as much. I am more content staying home. I have been trying to exercise more. Take more alone time... but for some reason, I am always on edge. Stressed out. For instance, I am grinding my teeth right now, which I just realized.
I need a hug. And a massage.
Onto the pictures...
Friday night, Sandy and I busted a move at Durkin's. She is so gosh darn entertaining.
Saturday was the highly anticipated party at my friend's place. The 3rd annual and FINAL, since they moved out the next day. It was a slow starter and the opposite of a sausage fest when we first arrived... but it rapidly got underway after we started up a game of Asshole and the jello shots were busted out. I had a rockin' good time, yo. Like I said before, I really miss some of these faces and will make a concerted effort to see them more.
Asshole!
Holy crap, I look slightly evil.
To file under the RANDOM category... this is my "cousin" Chris. We aren't blood, but his dad introduced my parents. We grew up together. He moved to Alabama years ago and I didn't see him since. Until a few months ago. Unbeknownst to my family, he'd moved back up north. He was eating at an outdoor Thai place I happened to be walking by. I thought he'd got my number, but I guess he didn't. He lives in my neighborhood though, and he happened to show up to the party. We also know mutual people. When I checked my voicemail this morning, I had 4 messages from him, so I guess he finally got my number and really wants to hang out. Sweet. I could always use another ally in the crazy, mixed-up world.
On Sunday, we went back to Taste of Lincoln for another round. It was pretty gosh darn fun. The highlight was us getting a prime table at Bordos and getting to witness some quality dancing.
My friends are effen hot.
Doesn't that just make you want to run out and buy some Lifesavers to suck on?
While I sat my tired ass down, Mo and Erin got up to wiggle it, just a little bit.
A few minutes later, these two guys walk up and start whispering to each other. I kept a watchful eye, since I am protective and no idea idea what these goofballs were up to. One approached Mo and asked "Are you challenging us to a dance off?" She just laughed while these guys invaded their dance space and starting counting. I should have gotten this routine of theirs on video, it was hysterical... but I managed to snap a few pictures of the transgression.
These boys were obviously very secure with their manhood.
You can't make this stuff up. As soon as they were done, they scampered off in the direction they came from, leaving us all laughing and scratching our heads.
As time marched on, I got cranky and claustrophobic. I spazzed out and walked home alone. But it felt good. Sometimes you need to be alone with the crazy train of thoughts running through your head. Plus, those girls walk slow as shit.
So, here we are in August. Unbelievable. So far I have nothing to show for this summer except some weird spots on my chest and stomach and a ever-fading tan. Oh, and don't forget the mounting debt.