The Kingdom

I'm fairly certain that I'm incapable of studying right now. I feel like I'm hungover. It's probably cause I was up till 3 last night cause I went to see The Hunger Games. It was awesome. I would like to watch it again. First I would like to sleep and watch a lot of TV, but I can't fall back asleep. Maybe I'll just watch some TV then.

That is all.

A Day in the Life/Wish You Were Here

I don't need a man, but it sure is nice to have one. A reason to dress up a little nicer, actually shave my legs on a regular basis. It's the perfect time too, it's spring, and nothing is nicer than kissing in the warm sun. This is the perfect time for getting to know each other over breakfasts and lunches and dinner until you know each other's best friends' names and the colors of each other's eyes. It's the perfect time to go on biking adventures and Thai food dates and get free cupcakes. I'm not spending every night with him, because I don't want him to get sick of me, and this all happened pretty fast, but I can't wait to fall asleep in his arms. He makes me smile, which is so perfect for this season and this time in my life and just everything.

St. Patrick's Day

Is the title of a sad song by John Mayer (John Fucking Mayer!!!!) but also a holiday. We celebrated it in true underage & poor college student fashion: drinking PBR in the dorm and watching movies. I have no personal attachment to St. Patrick's Day cause I am not at all Irish, but hello, it's an excuse to get drunk and it was on a Saturday this year which was sweet. 5 beers, 3 movies, some weed, several holiday-themed cookies, and falling asleep on someone's shoulder later, I'm in my usual not-really-hungover-but-too-sleepy-and-spaced-out-for-real-life mode. I had a good St. Patrick's Day.

Somebody That I Used to Know

There's a problem with getting drunk. Other than the hangover, which isn't even bad today. Apparently, if you get to the right stage of drunkenness, and all the other ingredients are present, you reach a level of inhibition that allows (or maybe forces) you to think about the things you don't let yourself think about. It hurts and it's really scary, and hopefully you have someone there who's having the same experience there with you. It's hard to watch someone you love crumble. To see their face as they relive their worst moments. But I think now that it's better to talk about those things while loaded and crying than not at all. No one knows what the fuck they're doing. I'm making all of this up as I go along. I'm just happy I have someone who understands.