Poetry & Prozac

drunk post.

I'm not gonna lie, kidds, I'm drunk and I don;t give a fuck about spelling. I *could* but why? It's 2,30 am and I'm sleepy and just whatever. As long as you cAn read the post.

So, okay, what I was bitching about earlier. Michelle invited Nick over (i'll link to Nick posts later). And then Nick got kinda wasted and decided I would make good company, so he dragged me out of my room and made me a drink (raspberry vodka and cranberry juice, I think. Tasted like kool-aid). I... had a lot. He kept groping me, I kept turning him down. Then I got cuddly with Michelle and Gina., They're awesome even though I didn't like them earlier and they're so gonna make fun of me in the morning.

I'm sleepy.

Nick kept trying to cop feels and get me to make out with him even though I said no a lot I still ended up kissing him 3 times. This is because I have low self esteem.

Anyway, I'm drunk. Don't think I've been drunk since Vegas a month ago. I am... maybe the drunkest I got in Vegas. Less than Prague!drunk, I think.

Sleepy.

Just wanna pee and go to my bed alone and sleep and not be hungover.

Alcohol = yay

Ssssso, I'm drunk. And lazy.

And I love Gina SO much. Because when I demand entertainment she gestures to her and Michelle's Alcohol Shelf. And, I? Do not say no because I want eeeeeeveryone to loooooooove me so so much.

So I watch lame movies and resist cuddling my housemates, even when I want to.

I am cuddly always, but especially when drunk. And I love everybody. lots. And I tell them so. If you get a comment about how awesome you are and how much you're my favorite favorite ever, this may have something to do with why. If you don't, well, I am drunk.

I love drunk. Drunk is awesome. I don't understand straight-edge. That's lame. Is life really worth living without random drunk movie nights and occasionally getting fucked up and kissing people? I think not. Silly straight-edge. Straight-edge is lame. Peer pressure is aaaaaawesome.

We should make jello shots with my alcohol jello. I'll tell Gina tomorrow. Then we'll go live like LA people and be awesome and be best friends with famous people who like to cuddle.

The END!

P.S. - You can comment and tell me how awesome I am, if you want to.
P.P.P.S - but I am drunk in the happy fun 'I was bored' way and not in the 'I am so so emo my life sucks here is some pills and ropes and a gun and a razor way'. In an AWESOME way. Yay drunk!

Hey, look, it's Saturday and livejournal is dead. Let me marvel in surprise. It's okay though, because I actually have things to talk about.

* I just found out that this computer has Photoshop on it. Not Image Ready but actual Photoshop. Wow that would have been so good to know while I was making a lame (lame lame laaaaaaaaaame) manip last night. Possibly Photoshop is how I will spend my afternoon.

* It is way cold here. 46 degrees says the computer. Which is no surprise as it snowed Thursday night and there is still a little on the ground. Only, I live in SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA. And not, like, the mountains. It has never snowed here IN MY LIFE. Much less STUCK TO THE GROUND. Global warming, hmm. Really though, it's kind of hilarious. Everyone is freaking out about the snow. I'm a big dork about snow anyway because it's so novel, but, like mature responsible people are still pointing out little bits of white on the ground or on roofs and stuff, and it's been two days. It's SO COOL though. I feel like I live on a prarie or something. Where it SNOWS.

* And in not being 90 and talking about the weather, Thursday my roomates and I went to a bar. All four of us. Including RoL. And I had fun. It was shocking. Especially since I didn't get drunk even though alcohol was cheap. I have still yet to find *my* bar drink, but I was rocking Amaretto Sours because A)I'm a girl and B)it seemed appropriately dive-y for that bar. There must be country songs about lonely girls at dive bars drinking Amaretto Sours, there *must* be.

* Back to being an anti-social geek, though. I got an e-mail Friday from my secound cousin. This was not entirely a surprise as my mom had asked if she could give my email to her mom for her. Mostly just catch-up stuff, she's the ultimate geek and pretty much my gateway into the world of X-Men so we chatted about that. She sent me a link to her (newest) website which had a link to it's LJ update comm, and I, stalker that I am, clicked the user info, found her personal LJ (she's used the same screen name forever so none of this was precisely hard). The funny thing was the comms she's a member of. Apparently she is/was quite the VM fan, which makes me wonder if our paths have crossed fannishly, but I'm chosing not to ponder that too hard. Anyway, she's a member of several comms that I recognize, and one that I have a deep and abiding contempt for, so that amuses me. No mutual friends or comms as of now, so, yay. It's been quite a week for me lj-stalkerwise.

So, Michelle offered me a cocktail before bed. At like, 9. And then it was like 12 and we were awesome and Gina was coming soon. But she brought a boy. A cute-ish boy, but he is hers. And she made us have more alcohol and now I am wasted.

I was gonna read fics and stuff and talk to wordsaremyfaith about a fic I'm gonna write. But now I am drunk. And still gonna read fic, but then just go to bed.

Gina says to stare at computer/ceiling for as long as possible so I won't get hungover, so, trying that.

Class tomorrow at 2.30. Whoopeee.r

So since last I posted about my snack (because what I am is 4 years old) I have: Hung out with my mom, blow-dried my hair, gone to dinner with my parents (Mongolian BBQ, *loves*), gone Christmas shopping with my dad (oh my god he is SO WEIRD, but he gave me $30 so that's cool, also weird, but money), mocked television with my mom, discovered a bunch of new bruises, and babbled in comments to wordsaremyfaith.

But really what I need to do is post about Michelle's birthday and the perils of being me before I forget.

( Michelle's Birthday Party )

It occurs to me that I've never actually drunken post (posted?) before and that's just not right.

I'm not entirely wasted, but I'm pretty sloshed (and I have to pee again like whoa). Why am I sloshed at 5.20 am on a Monday? newest!housemate (not to be confused with new!housemate) offered me melon vodka and I provided the Coke, which lead to beer, which lead to cigarettes on the balcony, which lead to her puking a lot and me LJ-ing in the middle of the night.

But now I'm going to pee and go to bed and in the late-daylight when I get up I am going to marvel at my punctuation, capitalization, grammar, and spelling skills. Though I think I may have burned myself a few times with the business end of a cigarette.

Good night!

Let's see,

* talked to Emily about my wild Friday-the-13th adventure for a minute. Will see her again tomorrow which I can't wait for.

* talked to sexycereal about my wild Friday-the-13th adventure.

* got the (sort of) post mortem on the Friday-the-13th adventure from new!housemate (whom I have yet to come up with a clever code name for). Unfortunately now my roommate also knows ALLLL about it, which I don't love, but, whatever.
Also new!housemate's brother came over today and he is totally cute. I'm not going to mention that to her.
She wants to do something this weekend, but I'm kind of scared. Mostly of facing her best friend (who I totally made out with) again. Maybe Emily will be willing to make plans. Or tag along. The best thing ever would be for new!housemate and Emily to hit it off. Except not because Emily is gorgeous and flaky and irresponsible and I'm not sure I could really have fun since I would worry about her. But it would also be kind of cool. Emily totally needs not-sorority friends.

* DYING to talk to Emily tomorrow. I'm not even excited about Veronica Mars so much as EMILY.

I have nothing else to say, and as soon as my party drama stops being novel (I'm guessing around Wednesday) my journal will return to being whatever it is it is.

Um. So last night I went out with new!housemate and her friends and did a lot of stuff I never have and never should have. I've never, ever been that fucked up and never want to be again. Also I've felt like ass all day, and it's not worth it.

Mostly the whole experience seems surreal, possibly because I don't remember all of it, and embarassing. Like, I don't know how I'm ever going to look new!housemate's (very male) best friend in the eye ever again. Christ. I can't believe I did that stuff, though, I guess in a way *I* kind of didn't.

On the upside I was so out of it that no one ever gave me a bill. I'm assuming someone else paid, or I walked out on the tab, but I can hardly do anything about it now.

I really, really, want to talk to Emily about this whole thing, because she's the only one I can think of who will get it and be cool about everything. When did she become my confidant on some stuff?

So, I'm home for today and tomorrow. And of course when new!housemate and I rolled up still completely nauseous and out of it, my dad and a bunch of his church buddies were outside working. So now like every adult I know over 30 knows that I was hungover. My parents were really, really nice about it though, and my dad actually seemed kind of jealous of my youthful endeavors.

Now? I am going to read some fic and go to bed and die and wake up and go to church with my mother.

*dies*

Mmm.

I've had a lovely few days.

* Friday, Disneyland with blkqueenphoenix. You know, you'd think Disneyland would stop being fun after about Junior High or so, but it really doesn't. And, I mean, I whine a lot about the changes they make, but that's because a lot of things don't change at all. Anyway, we managed to hit all the 'coasters (except Gadget's Go-Coaster, because, pfft, that's not a ride), Pirates of the Carribean 2x (though the people on it were all Johnny Depp/movie fangirls so that kind of tainted things), The Haunted Mansion 3x (which has changed but only in good ways and only a LITTLE) and a bunch of the movie-rides, plus Star Tours and Small World (which, oh my god, SO racist, I can't believe Disneyland hasn't been sued over that...). Good times. I *heart* Disneyland.

* Saturday, nothing. But in a good way. I laid around and watched movies and read a bunch of fic and my roommate wasn't home and it was GOOD.

* Sunday, Dirty Rotten Scoundrals (NorbertLeoButzOMG!!!) with bellechantuse7 and then a whole lot of just sitting around and talking with her. I need to ask lechatfier because in the middle of Act 1 I realized I knew the show's plot and I think we may have watched the movie in some French class in high school. Also while bellechantuse7 and I were out, Emily called and asked if I wanted to go to the movies with her so we made tentative plans for today.

* Monday, Math final. Which I think I did okay on, but I was like the second person done, so I probably bombed. Oh well. Then I came home and goofed around online for awhile. I have a PROJECT. Then Emily called and invited me for Mexican food and margaritas before the movie. So we went and had good food, and I had like 2 1/2 margaritas since she was driving and didn't want to finish hers, so, yeah, I was pretty sloshed before 4 pm. Which was okay since we went to see Step Up which wasn't on my list of things to see at all, but whatever. I totally want to watch Center Stage now, but it's at home-home.

Vanished is on now. Mmmm. I am totally renting QAF dvds when I get home...

A few bits of business to discuss, and by bits of business I mostly mean stuff I said I do, or should have done or you assumed I do that I haven't done. So:

Thursday night:
(And if those of you who know my parents wanted NOT to mention this to them? That'd be great. They'll be getting a Cliff's Notes version.)
Okay, so came home after my last class at like 6:30 and my housemate, lets call her... M, M does nicely, asks if I have plans. I REALLY don't. So she's all "Wanna come see my band perform at a night club?" and, um, yeah, I do.
So we get in the car and we're driving to Santa Monica to this club, Temple Bar, which made me giggle and pray I wouldn't have to explain the humor to M.
M's all excited when her car starts and is like "Don't worry, it always starts with a jump, and I'm taking it to the shop on Tuesday." So, okay.
We're driving down the 10 Freeway and we hear kind of a loud bang and a bump and I just assumed we'd run over something. So then a few minutes later we hear a kind of flapping sound. We've blown a tire. Awesome.
So M pulls over and we're STANDING on the side of a FREEWAY and M gets out her spare and jack and tire iron thingie and then sees that there's a call box so she goes, calls, comes back, and says they're sending a Highway Patrol car. Awesome, we wait, and wait, and it's been like an hour since she called so we start working off the tire ourselves. And then the CHP guy shows up and he won't help. He leaves his headlights on so we can kinda see a little better. As we change a tire. In the dark. On the side of a FREEWAY. We do it, and go us.
Then M's like "Stay here. I'm going to make sure the car will start and I don't want the cop to drive away." Guess what? The car won't start. And the CHP guy can't give us a jump 'cause of the way we're parked. Or something. So he kindly calls a tow truck. Which we wait another hour for.
***FUN-FACT: Tow-truck guys are nicer than CHP officers.***
FINALLY we get to Temple Bar which is really quite cool, and serves yummy food, and M bought me a rum and mango concoction. Of course the frink came before the food and LITERALLY all I'd eaten Thursday was a vegan Lemon-Poppyseed cookie. So the alcohol went straight through me. Gave me a headache, and then we spent like 3 hours there. Which would have been fine if I'd felt better and M hadn't been all "we'll hang out before my show and then leave." Her friend was there and he'd brought this creepy old man along who kept talking to me and it was distressing. He asked if I'd ever heard of Green Day.
So we got home around 1 and I crashed.

4 Things That Don't Suck (from/for avoidingnemo):
1. It isn't yesterday and thus my headache is gone.
2. I have lots of left-over Chinese in the fridge.
3. Veronica Mars DVDS!
4. SS and I might possibly go do something fun and awesome tonight. I *LOVE* her. In a "thank god someone here kinda cares about me a little" sense. Which, stil, yay!

With little to no segue: I am debating joining fanfic100. It would, almost definitely be for Veronica Mars, but I am undecided about a pairing or doing it at all. Thoughts? Feelings? Emotions?

Also: I will not be meta-fying the latest Veronica Mars episode. Not that I have any significant problems with it, but, (and I'm paraphrasing miss_begonia here), I'm along for the ride. I like where it's going so far, and I have utter trust in the writers (which is kind of a crazy and new feeling), so I'm going to let it ride. I refuse to lose Veronica Mars the way I did The O.C., so the nit-picking shall be held to a bare minimum, because I really do have absolute confidence in this show and where it intends to lead.

I don't feel good.

I want my mommy. Or sexycereal.

Should talk about my adventures last night. Will talk about them when my head stops pounding. Bllllech.

Someone please come out of the internet and pet my head. Please? Or at least kick my roommate out of the shower?

ETA: Who has her shiny new Veronica Mars DVDS sitting on her bed? ME. God bless Amazon.com.

I seriously do think that show is magic. Everything sucks less because of it. For real.

I would really like to not want to cry about everything. This is getting vaguely ridiculous.

I would also like my mother to stop rpetending she has one child. She has two. I am me, yes mom, I miss you too. Sam is the other. Just because one of us is not at home does not mean that they do not exist. Clear?

Also Peach Chardonnay Arbor Mist tastes like peaches and wine with an aftertaste of earwax. Color me unimpressed.

Um, hey, those of you I promised that thing to? I WILL get it to you, but I'm not sure when. Even compressed the file is too big to YSI, so I need to deal with that. Later. When my computer is not already pissed at me.

Ehh. Music is not pleasing me at this moment. I am not in the mood for half of my playlist.

It is probably a good thing it is late and no one is home because I suspect I am not the most pleasant person to be around.

In the morning things shall be hunky-dory. I hope.

Oh. Also. The other day I gave in to temptation and bought 100 userpics. So, expect icon-making and semi-GIPS in the recent future.

I have been tipsy mostly all day.

I have mostly been drinking Rum and Diet Cherry Cokes.

Today I mostly AIMed sexycereal a lot. It was hilarious once we were both unsober. Here are some highlights (me = purestarwater6, sexycereal = secretlovahs). The only changes I made were cutting the boring.:
( Me and Sorch AIM )