Just Shoot Me Next Time

There are not enough drugs out there to make last night's memory subside into a mild 'vise-squeezing-my-brain'like feeling. I kid you not.. My poor friend and I had to stand outside in 60 degree weather, six inch heeels to boot, and listen to a blabbering inadequate ramble on and on about his life with the sole intention of getting inumerable pity faces.

The night started out on an odd note, it should have tipped me off that it woudlnt end well, but I took it in stride and hoped for the best. It was a cousins birthday yesterday (The big 21) So needless to say there would be drinking involved. It began at approximately 7:30 p.m. where we gathered at my grandmothers house and did the whole cutting of the cake and singing ordeal. Accompanied, of course, by the obligatory hundred or so pictures of the birthday boy standing behind the cake with various family and friends. After that we went to a 'surprise party' that my cousins friends had organized for him. But, he had already drank about 5 shots of Vodka (within a five minute time span) and was obliterated before he even got there. Still, to at least try and make an appearance we held on to him and guided him into the party where he walked in, layed down on the couch, and passed out. He spent the rest of the hour or so we were at the party throwing up all over the bathroom floor and laying down in various rooms. Classy.

Moving on the to the second and final part of this mediocre evening. We were tired of making chit chat with my cousins little friends (seriously, everyone there was about 16 years old) so we decided to move the party (or at least ourselves) to my friends house. At first everything was fine.. we were sitting around playing this card game and listening to some tunes.. talking. Everything seemed to be going well, until one of the dudes at the getty went outside for a smoke. Shortly after my sister joined him followed by another friend of mine. I stayed in there with my friend talking for a while and waiting for the others to return but when they took an oddly long time we decided to go out and join them. Within minutes a debate emerged.. the dude was defending his smoking habbit (without even a hint of a reason) to my friend and I (the only non-smokers there). I sat this one out and my friend tried to dissolve the conversation.. without success. Thats when, without reason, this lunatic decided to throw an all out, call the press and invite them, pity party... number in the party? One. Somehow my sister and the other friend slipped out of the conversation just in time and headed back into the house.. but as for my friend and I, we were stuck.

I can say that after three grueling miserable hours listening to this inapt miscreant I would rather go get a deep cleaning at the dentist. (And anyone who's had a deep cleaning knows that its no picnic) Needless to say that I will certainly not be willingly involving him in any outings, innings, meduim-ings that I have in my near and maybe even not so near future. The only thing that I am thankfil for is that the conversation (or lecture) is finaly over. Thank god almighty that it is over. *cheers*

Such a PAIN

So this morning while I enjoyed my daily, and very deserved, cafe con leche I started doing my usual technological activities: Checking my e-mail, reading the news, etc. before getting to my chores. There was one headline about dating which I instinctively skipped over but then came back to again cause there wasn't really anything on the headlines that appealed to me; There was a statement I had heard probably a million times 'Love Hurts'. So a little later, half of a cafe con leche in hand, I thought back on those words and started dissecting them a little. Maybe I, on this beautiful morning, I could once and for all crack the code!!! So I began brainstorming, and after several minutes of intense thought I came up with my answer..Love dosen't hurt, love is awesome. Yes, I know what you're thinking, 'V, you're an idiot.', But let me finish my thought here I swear it will make sense by the time I'm done. (Side note.. my damn dog won't stop barking in my face..I'm going to lose it) Anyway, back to the subject at hand, it is my opinion that 'love' doesn't hurt, its what we do with it or to it that hurts us. I'll give you an example: I once had love, and it was beautiful but I let the opinions of others become more important to me then my own so I made it go away. And right at that moment and for many years after that I felt pain.. but I would never go as far to say that 'Love Hurts' because when the love was with me it was great. It was only when it was taken away that it hurt. So no, I don't believe that love hurts.. its whatever negative situation you associate with it that hurts. See I told you that if you let me finish I'd make sense eventually. *cheers*

Already?

Well we're in November already, its hard to believe that this year has passed so quickly. The holidays will soon be upon us and truthdully I'm not ready for them. Not that I dont love the holidays but something about them always leaves me drained. Maybe its the obligatory time spent with family members you'd otherwise never see.. or the overspending of money but I can't say that I am looking forward to the holiday season this year. Hopefully something changes my mind and I get into the spirit of things soon but if it doesnt thats ok. I am looking forward to seeing some friends who live far away.. both of which will be visiting next month, though I think at different times. So, there is something. This isnt the most interesting blog I know, but we have a new president and I'm bored to death of talking about politics so I'm trying to veer away from that subject even though it seems like every conversation I have lately ends in some sort of political debate. So I'll cut things off now.. *Cheers*