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Man, I am one cheap drunk. A shot and a half of Beam is all it takes.



Good thing? Bad thing?

1. What is your favorite vegetable?
Ooh, I like lots of veggies. Mostly asparagus, green beans, potatoes, or carrots.
2. What is your favorite salad dressing, sauce, gravy, or condiment?
Caesar dressing or raspberry vinagrette. :3
3. What is your favorite culture's food (American, Chinese, Creole, Indian, Italian, Mexican, Soul Food, Southern U.S., etc.)?
Indianfoodindianfoodindian fooooooooood
4. What is your favorite beverage?
I love me some iced tea, though lately I've been craving sweet tea, every sip a mixture of great guilt and elation.
5. What is your favorite food?
At the moment, a nice, creamy yet spicy tikka masala.

I really hate when one bad dream can taint my whole day.

In short, I had a dream that Daniel met some chick in Oklahoma and, without telling me, dated and was subsequently engaged to her. So, while going down to his graduation, I find out that they're also getting married. So on the ride to the wedding/graduation, I was freaking out a little, to say the least.

I just wish I could call him and let him tell me how ridiculous this is, but alas, boot camp is a serious detriment to teenage trysts.

Anyway, the road trip SUCKED because of drama, and the spillover drama SUCKS because of how damn dumb it all is. As I've stated before, I am seriously considering going into the market for new friends.





WHY AM I SO TIRED ALL THE TIME GODDAMN


Update

I got a phone call from Daniel today. D:

Lord, those were a wonderful five minutes.

So I got a call from Daniel today and he was upset -

- like, way more upset than I've been the entire time he's gone.

He's having problems with his bladder, but he also said he really, really missed me. It's nice to hear, actually, which probably makes me a bad person. I think he'll be fine, though, once he's out of processing. I miss him like crazy, but I'm glad I'm not the only one.


Please come home soon, sweetheart.

Okay, three days is long enough.


You can come back home, now.



Please.



(how pathetic am I that I have nothing to do but sit here and think about him? I need a job)

Well, there goes Daniel.


Off to Fort Sill.


Gone for four months.






...





Is it November yet?

Yes. It's really not as tough as people make it out to be. I just think for, whatever reason these days, people aren't willing to work at a relationship past the initial "puppy love" phase.

Your partner is in a bad mood sometimes? Fuckin' WHAT?!
Sometimes they don't want to hang out with you? How dare they!
Hey, there's a hot guy over there? Heck no, don't keep your libido below a boil!

Yes, relationships take time. And hard work. But as Booker Washington said, and I'm paraphrasing, "Nothing in this life worth having comes easy".

In our instant gratification society, nobody seems to have a very good grasp on that.

Now, as far as polygamy goes, I have no idea. The only polyamourous (is that a word?) people I know are all pretty fucked up and unhappy, so I have yet to hear of any evidence that it's a working system for happiness. To me, it seems like a good way to get your heart broken.

I can't wait to go camping and be hella done with school. It's not that I don't like school, it just seems like this semester has been going on forever.


And yet, at the same time, it seemed to go by pretty quickly. ISN'T LIFE FUNNY LIKE THAT


But mostly, I think I'm just really sick of being indoors all the damned time.


Also, Casa Bonita was mildly disappointing, but I guess I'm not a seven year old anymore.

So I read this question, but I was too distracted by trying to remember what this song was called that I guess it didn't register with me that today is possibly the most timely Writer's Block I've ever encountered.

HOLY CRAP I NEED TO GO TO BED

It is way too late

for me

to be

awake.


So I guess I know why my body is shutting down on me.

It's because I stay up too damn late.

Also, I'm never making another entry about me bitching about everybody and their grandma drinking every night.

I've said my piece.

Goodnight.

Insert me whining about everybody and their constant drug and alcohol abuse here.

Insert me wondering about myself and my lack of usage (or usage to such an extent).

Insert me acknowledging how hypocritical I am.

Insert me offering some ham-handed excuse about how it's not the same.

Insert me insisting that it really isn't the same.


I am spending way too much damn time and energy worrying and thinking about this shit.

ALSO:

-Daniel is shipping out to Oklahoma on June 16th. While I'm in Missouri.
-He's going to be gone for four months. Which I guess is better than five. Or six. Or eight. Or twenty.
-But DAMN, that seems like a really long time.
-I want to send him care packages, but apparently, I won't be able to for the first two months while he's in BCT.
-Sucks.
-But I must remind myself that when he gets back, he'll be living in Denver! :D
-With me! :D
-Okay, not with me, but he'll be a helluva lot closer than he is now.
-I hope he doesn't change too much.

:D
:D
:D

Well, I may have failed my paper (knock on wood), but at least LJ is using my suggestions.

I am not smart enough for college.

But then again, the folks here on LJ are none too creative, as half of the entries for this question are either "Pluto" or "Bob".

As for me, I don't know what I'd name a planet if I discovered one.

"Wormulon".

What was once the worst thing about being in Denver is quickly becoming the best thing about living in Denver.

I'm glad I don't have to deal with dumb drama bullshit every damn day.

It's exhausting. :D

"Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way."


I wonder if it's possible for this household to go a solid three weeks without someone raising their voice to a scream.


HOLY DANG I AM THANKFUL I LIVE ELSEWHERE

Holy dang there are so many...



( moar... )

Round: Seven
Theme: Heros
Prompt: "Tell me, O muse, of that ingenious hero who traveled
far and wide after he had sacked the famous town of Troy."
Title: I Was a Hero


( You know, I could travel the world... )

So the only funerals I've been to (three) have all been for people under the age of twenty.

I'm grappling with this, here.

-Dammit, I need to stop getting worked up over things it would be so easy to wash my hands of.
-If you think it's the right thing to do getting wasted every weekend, cool. Have fun with that.
-I feel like the only person in the world who is more or less uninterested in the modern idea of "fun".
-You kids get off my lawn.