Poetry & Prozac

* You know what is a little bit awesome? When you're at work, checking your phone shamelessly, and there's a text from your friend (hypothetically girthygrizelda) and they're all "want to go to the beach when you get off work?"

And while, yes, you do kind of have some things that really sorta SHOULD get done today "yes, yes I do".

So you go on a roadtrip with one of your favorite people down to the beach and you go play in the waves and then you lay in the sun and read and chat for a couple of hours and then you go get crappily delicious dinner and then you come home and work on your shit and zone and go "I had an awesome day to day!" and then LJ about it.

Ahem. Yes. So that was my third trip to the beach in three weeks. And, ahaha, second trip in three days. Whoops. I don't think I went to the beach three times last summer.

* Is it ignoring wank to not say anything about it? Or is it a quiet acknowledgment that you're aware and agree with many far more well spoken people than yourself and don't really have a lot to add? 'Cause I'm doing the second, in case people were concerned.

* I really feel I had other things I wanted to say, but I do not remember them now and I am sleepy like whoa so I am going to shower and sleep. Because tomorrow is not Sunday, it is Tuesday.

* Yeah, um, if someone wanted to throw Star Trek reboot fic at me, I'd probably read it. Any pairing.

* I had my visit a date kind of a booty-call really So, Nick came over last night. We haven't actually seen each other in about two years, and talked very occasionally. He's cuter than I remembered. Not my type really, but not a bad looking guy.

We watched a movie, hung out, caught up - turns out he dumped/got dumped by/mutually split up with his loooongterm girlfriend after she cheated on him. (I am confused on this point as Nick had never been precisely faithful on his end), made out.

It wasn't a bad night. Nick still kisses weird and he's a little too rough and pressurey, but he knows where the line is and respects that (grudgingly). I'm all conflicted though. Part of me is like "this is nice, we could do this" and the other part wants to run away, possibly screaming.

So. Made up boy drama. Yes.

* Tonight I am hosting what I'm calling a "HSMarathon" where we will watch all 3 High School Musicals (I've only seen the first one) and eat a bunch of junk and the only boy to be dramatic about will be Zac Efron and it will be fabulous.

What's new with you?

I get a citibyrd tomorrow! I am really extra super excited about this! And then we go to Disneyland*!


*For the record, this plan was in place BEFORE the Disney!Frank pics popped up. That's just a hilarious hilarious ironic twist.

I am not dead. But I am really sick of catching nasty colds and getting all incapacitated.

This is mostly just a not dead post. AND a post to say that I will for really real be in New York and available for doing stuff Feb. 27 - Mar. 8. So if you shall also be available and willing to have a me, you should let me know.

* I know everyone on the planet is telling you this, but, OMG, go see Milk. It is AMAZING and awesome, and so worth seeing. If nothing else will convince you, there's plenty of boykissing. And James Franco. And Emile Hersch. And Diego Luna.

* I'm FINALLY starting to get into the Christmas spirit. I've had my shopping pretty much done for awhile, but I just, I don't know, wasn't feeling it. Getting there now, though.

* I have no other news. Have mostly spent tonight making fun of bandboys on AIM. Because you always mock the ones you love.

* At 24 years old, you'd think I could apply eyeliner. I've been puttting on makeup (with varying degrees of skill and intricacy) for over a DECADE. Why is this so challenging?

Things that suck right now:
* migraine
* my second cold in a little over a month. (I never get sick, guys. I mean, migraines, yeah, but actual illness, no. SO not fun).
* My house-sitting people coming home early and not needing me. $50 =/= the promised $150. Try again, universe.
* Fall Out Boy randomly adding a Sacramento show (that I cannot go to).

Things that are awesome:
* The reason that I cannot go to the Sacramento show is that that is the night ZOEY IS COMING TO VISIT! And then we are going to Vegas for the last YWT show and meeting up with a bunch of other awesome people. (Also, possibly we might go to the San Diego show depending on if we can figure out transportation/a place to stay for the night before Vegas).
* Fall Out Boy covering Green Day's "Basketcase" !!! You GUYS. I got that album (tape, even, I had it on TAPE) for my 10th birthday. It was my first grown-up music. "Basketcase" is *my song*. I love Fall Out Boy so much for covering it, you don't even know. Now someone find me an mp3 rip! Um, please?
* I totally have a part-time job editing copy for the Laguna Beach Independent! It's like 4 hours a week working from home, but it is INCOME, doing something I LOVE. And I can totally do it while I do my post-Thanksgiving adventuring, so, YAY.

So far the 4th of July has been kind of shitty. So I figured, what the hell, I'll check my friendslist, it's not like I have any other plans besides being bitter and anti-social with my parents.

And then flimsy posted this:



Yeah, I'm good now. Have a good day everyone!