sit down son

So it's been a few days since I updated, and I've finally come to the conclusion that I was, in fact, still drunk when I did so as less than two hours later I was attacked by the worst hangover of my life. I didn't empty my stomach again, but I felt like I should for the next two days. Trust me. Not an experience I intend to repeat. And I have a nice reminder of it on my wrist too as I discovered that I apparently burned myself with a cigarette at some point. It took some asking for me to find someone who remembered me doing it, because I sure as hell don't. But it's there clear as day--burn mark just to the hand-side of my wrist bone. Whoops!

So I stayed in Statesboro until Friday and drove home after it got dark. Let me tell you, I cannot even DESCRIBE how much more bearable that was. You all heard my whining about how I was going to die on the way down. People are not meant to be in shiny metal cars with no AC when the temperature is a solid 100+ degrees out. I don't want to know the heat index. *shudder* Driving home was in the 80's. SO MUCH BETTER. And the hangover was gone. Which also made life better.

But then, oh then! I woke up on Saturday morning to the CRAMPS from hell! Woe is me, the world hates my abdominal muscles this week! And that part wasn't even my fault! It's just the joy of being utterly female. So I am finally entirely UN-queasy and UN-cramped today for the first time since, oh. A week ago. Huzzah.

So I went out job hunting! Right now I'll be content with JUST ABOUT ANYTHING. I even tried for the liquor store. Which wasn't hiring but hey, I tried. I think I've got a good shot at some restaurant work though, which would be fun. I bet I could get good tips! I am very bright and cheerful. Usually. As long as I don't actually KNOW you. If I know you I feel that I have free reign to make fun of you for weeks.

One good thing that came of Saturday and the Cramps of Death, however, is that while having a girly chocolate movie night with my mom, she brought down this blanket that was MEANT to be mine months ago but was stolen by my sister who now decided she doesn't want it.

It is huge. It is fluffy. It is like a million teddy bears have been sacrificed and skinned to provide me with the most comfortable blanket in the world. Really, not a wise thing to give me if ou want me to get out of bed ever. O! how it is comfortable. It's like a series of teddy bears puked up all that is good and right in the world just for my immense comfort. And O! how I love it. And O! how jealous you all should be.

And on a final note which still embarrasses me a bit: I read and enjoyed all the Twilight books last week. They're strangely addictive and yes, I am horrified at myself that I put down m Joyce to read those instead. And yet, I cannot be unhappy about it because it was fun. And everyone I hold dear IRL has simultaneously decided to become obsessed with them so it's like, my life is full of Twilight and I don't even NEED fandom. Which is fun.

Oh wait! That is not my final note! I have been reading Harry Potter fanfiction like it's going out of style for OVER A MONTH NOW and I simply MUST give you ALL my opinion on the final Big Bang.

It is huge. It is fantastic. And nothing can ever, EVER measure up to Creevey at Large. It is the best thing ever. Ever ever ever. Dennis Creevey is my new homeboy. He is amazing. And MOON! CLOWNS. MOON. OH GOD! If you even have a passing interesting in Harry/Draco fanfic and love really big really creative really FUNNY fanfictions, READ IT NOW. YOU WILL NOT REGRET IT!!!!!

Okay. I'm done now.

I should do this more often to SAVE YOU FROM THE HUGEEEE.

Or I'm not. NEED MORE ONE PIECE. NEED MORE FAIRY TAIL. COME ON. GAAAAAAAAAAAH! *panic circles!*

DONE. SERIOUSLY. SHUTTING THE HELL UP....

NOW!

[sorry]