happy, happy, joy, joy.

quick update on my life:

i went to summerfest the other day. i was too drunk for my own good. before i left i was rambling on to tim about relationships and how they're probably the hardest thing anyone will ever have to do. i should have known i was drunk, but i didn't.

i forgot to look in the mirror b/f i left, probably looked like crap from drinking for the past hour. i should have known i was drunk. we ran into paul randomly at the bus stop, and proceeded to complain about the vagina-looking coffee bean billboard that was taken down with the tagline "just another perk at summerfest" that we thought was hilarious the first time around.

i think i was on the phone with kelly for awhile, talking about her sexual experiences or something. i should have stopped drinking.

it gets a little blurry after the bus ride. you know those times when you start remember bits of the night the day after, as if it were a dream you had? well, from those little vignettes, tim and i walked paul to his friends, where i ran into an old friend. i should have thought i was drunk and on drugs when i asked her to hang out with me, and i probably made a fool of myself.

i saw james taylor, which was a great experience. something about hearing "fire and rain", a song that has been around forever, live from the source, makes me happy.

the bus ride home was not very fun.

i watched the wedding singer yesterday. that movie makes me laugh easily and often.

i finished my ninth book of the summer, my friend leonard. sequel to a million little pieces. both memoirs of a drug addict. both fabulous. before that i made sure to read tim's lion the witch and the wardrobe in preparation of the movie that's coming out eventually. i'm pretty sure i've read it before, although it could just be my memory of the movie that used to be on the disney channel or something of the sort.

i am now awaiting the sixth harry potter to arrive in the mail, although that's on the dl. i try to avoid things that the whole world makes a big deal of, but considering i started reading them when i was a freshman in highschool, i think it's okay for me to continue on the tradition. it's not my fault i got older and the world got crazy, is it?

i saw brett the other day, and we proceeded to talk for three hours straight, without even turning on the television, or otherwise preoccupying ourselves. it was an event to be celebrated. we discussed life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, and it made me realize how much i miss genuine, sober, conversations.

he told me he definitely sensed that i was 'cheesy happy'. it made me smile.

i am cheesy happy. and if people need to gag themselves on my account, by all means, be my guest. i'm refusing to change for the time being:)

i'm officially bringing a date to my grandma's 90th birthday party in a couple weeks, full of every family member, every like-family member, every old friend of my grandma's and of my mom's, and i am proud of it. he may feel silly and i may feel like a goon, but whatever. i am looking forward to commiserating.

dave matthews is coming up, which is exciting. i don't remember it from last year, so hopefully this time around i will monitor my alcohol intake a little better. i'm going with two of my cousins in from new orleans, tim, and i think his sister and her friend. hooray.

well i have to work tomorrow open - 5 so i think off i should go to sleep, something i'm in love with lately.

see yall on the flip side.

ps. i had a dream last night that i was possessed by the devil. is this healthy? does anyone analyze dreams? i usually have really scary dreams, in fact i've been told multiple times i should really get my head looked at, but this one seems to be a little worse than normal.