New item for summer!
Like the other language t-shirt, this basically translate to: "I'll never leave you. And if you're sad, I can get you drunk."
New item for summer!
I knew that I blogged too early today…
I forgot to add this to the other post:
Another good thing about the Bust Spring Fling was that there were a lot of attractive people. It was frustrating for my eyes—and my brain. Especially since I'm sorta dating someone as it is.
I just really like looking at attractive people.
And I hate it, too."
In other news, I brought back an old design of mine:
It's something my friend (and ex-neighbor) Émilie from back home wrote me once.
It basically means this:
That she'll never leave me. And if I'm sad, she can always get me drunk to warm my heart again.
There was some other stuff in the note she wrote me, but I forget what was in there.
(I think the rest said something about how booze is the next best thing if we can't do it with our bodies.)
(Wait, was that a come on?!)
I THINK she wrote me that when I flipped out a couple years ago and didn't leave my bed for three days. (I had stopped taking my antidepressants all of a sudden and ended up calling my mother at 2 or 3AM, bawling my eyes out for no good reason. That was the eve of not leaving my bed.)
Anyway, I think I'm gaining weight again.
I feel more cushion.
Damn Andrea G.
Because I drank too damn much last night in a damn short amount of damn time, I slept all damn day. I had the television on, and someone said something that really stuck in my head and made me wake up: "All actions have equal reactions." Something like that.
So, I put that line in this collage I made tonight:
I was trying to pack my apartment by myself today, but all I succeeded in doing was getting drunk by myself and listening to music really loud. I figured I would want some beer, so I packed four to drink. I called Emilie, my friend and neighbor, and asked her to make me a drink, too. (Usually she'll make me picon, a very good French drink with picon, white wine, and some other stuff; but she only had vodka and gin. So, I had a gin and tonic.) Good stuff.
I can't believe how much of a recluse I had become this summer. I wouldn't leave the apartment for days at a time; I'd stay holed up with my sewing machine, beer, and speed. Having spent some time away from my apartment and then coming back to it today, I can honestly say I was crazy this summer. All the little projects I kept myself involved in…all way too focused and insane. I was even trying to make a sort of satellite! (There was reasoning behind it, I swear, but saying it outloud, explaining what I was doing to others, it sounds crazy.)
I feel weird. I'm hoping I can keep my apartment. I really love it. I don't mind that I only have window units and that the apartment is dusty. It's hella nice and great and in between Rice and my school and behind the CAM and in walking distance to the other museums and it has a nice courtyard and the neighbors are all friendly and just so much fun.
All the rain today and tonight is sorta nice.
I'm watching 'Fresh Prince'. The episodes are really weirding me out. I've seen them before, but they just seem so much different right now. The characters are darker, not their skin, and it seems much more lonely and depressing. I dunno.
I think it's just been a weird weekend, and the fact that I actually went out last night and had fun messes with my head. I'm so used to staying home alone and drinking beer.