Divorce Day

It's weird how many people respond to, "Oh, my divorce was finalized today!" with, "Congratulations!" Funny, though. Lauren and I were wearing tiaras yesterday that we bought from Claire's:


Her divorce was dunzo yesterday and thus we headed down to Tunica to gamble and drink. But first, we wandered the mall, and ate at Shogun because Shogun is AMAZING. Aaaanyway. Her friend Shea met us at Sam's Town, and we proceeded to drink the night away. Lauren flirted majorly with a security guard named Jacques (although, she called him Joaquin...) and he got her number from Shea. Shea won like 100 bucks, but then kept hitting the button and thus only came out with about 50. I, however, lost 20. Ah well. It was a fun night, and there's too many pictures to post here but here's one of us in the room once we got bored with gambling and wandering aimlessly:


The other pictures are on Flickr, if you want to see our drunken debauchery. Sadly, we couldn't get a picture of Jacques and Lauren because they don't allow it. Boooo.

We got up kinda early and headed back to Memphis, ate at Logan's for lunch, then stopped by our old high school, Overton. It's...different. Security is WAY heightened, and they now have TWO cops roaming. And neither of them is Cop Peters. We immediately went to Ms. Covington and she was so glad to see us. I told her I wanted to write for a living and she laughed. Not because I suck, but because of the market. I felt special because she told me she remembered that I was a fantastic writer.

After us complaining for like half and hour about the economy, we wandered off to find others and came across Mr. Smith, the math teacher. He remembered us but had trouble remembering how to pronounce my name. He did, of course, immediately remember the name of my best friend back then whom we all kinda figured he had a thing for. He seemed really tired and not so thrilled to be there. Both of them, actually, were planning to run the hell away when things in the economy get more stable. All our other old teachers had already run away. Go Memphis City Schools.

Long story short, it was a great outing, and I met a cool person and had lots of fun distracting Lauren from what would otherwise be kind of a depressing day. I'm such a great friend, hehe.

The cat likes my polka dot whale shoes

YAY!

The shoes I was obsessing over on Facebook have arrived! And yes, I'm wearing them around my apartment. Don't judge me.



P.S. Let's all be proud that I'm wearing pants!

This really is why I'm fat

We made mini pizza burgers last night. You know...a smaller version of this. Yeah. And they were tasty as shit, too. See?


No one remembered to take a picture of the nicer-looking ones, but this is Michael's mess, and it was tasty. As expected, it just tasted like a normal bacon cheeseburger on a toasted bun. Not something you should make everyday, obviously, but definitely a nice random treat. Next up to recreate? The pizza cone.

Guess who's unobservant?

Jess: They's sendin my husband home
Me: por que?
Jess: snows
Me: ...what snows?
Me: oh shit son
Me: hahahahaha
Me: I hadn't looked out the window lately
Jess: Fails





I'd go outside to get pictures but, uh. It's really effing cold. Maybe if there's more snow tomorrow.

This is not what I ordered.

X-files

You know what's terrible about having a cat that's (mostly) black? At night, in the dark, you think you see weird things moving and panic for a split second that a demon is after you...until you remember that you now have two cats, and one of them has night camouflage. And it happens several times a night, every night. Thanks, overactive imagination!

Today has sucked but I won't let it get me down

This picture pretty much sums up my day. Since I was up super late last night, I've felt pretty exhausted all day. I've been fighting sleep, and also fighting what I'm fairly certain are upcoming PMS issues. It's a fun time coming up for the rest of the world with that! I've felt alternately lonely and disheartened, depending upon the wind chill factor. I haven't bothered brushing my hair or getting dressed. Fuck you, pants, I'm taking a personal day.

I'm trying to reevaluate my worth as a person, and my importance in the lives of my friends. I haven't quite figured either out. It's making me quite sad. I want to believe I mean more to people than I feel like I do, but I'm really, seriously doubting it. The problem I encounter more often than not is that, while I'm incredibly, amazingly hesitant to let people into my little sphere of reality in a more in-depth way, when I actually do, I do it wholeheartedly, and that winds up leaving me hurt and sad more often than not. I'm thinking I should stick to the pushing people away for the time being to save my sanity, and the wee bits of feelings I have left.

Somehow, I've been talked into writing for a political website. I'm not even sure what the shit I'm supposed to be writing, really, and I'm not getting paid, which is all kinds of bull, but eh. I also have a couple of articles I should be writing that are due next week, but I'm a super slacker. I need to try doing two to three of these a day, but holy crap. So lazy. And in further meh news for the day, I went to get a Slim Jim out of the container and the wrapper was empty. Then I reached for another, and that one was empty too! What the hell, Slim Jim. You owe me about 75 cents for the missing ones. Don't think I'll forget.

Counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums

The terrible thing about anxiety and general worrywart behavior is the fact that, despite being incredibly tired, I can't go to sleep. I've decided that anything and everything takes priority to keep myself from sleeping. Currently, my project is transferring some of my music collection from the old laptop onto the new one, since I can't seem to get network sharing to work. I hate feeling anxious and I hate not sleeping, especially since I made the claim that I was going to bed four hours ago. Since that time, though, I've waffled between fighting off tears of frustration, pretending to think about writing, and playing on Pandora. I feel kind of like I want to go to sleep and wake up ten years from now and pray that I'm happy and healthy by then somehow. I get fed up with disappointment. It makes my brain and my heart hurt.

I'm definitely going to be asleep by the top of the hour, though. At least, I'd really like to be.

EDIT: I'm awake, and a liar.

Rocker

I ordered some things from Sephora not long ago and my order came in yesterday. I decided to wear the lip gloss today, despite only going down the street to the store. It's Kat von D's Rocker, and I think I like it, but I'm not entirely sure.


Also last night, I made chicken for dinner and managed to burn it on one side. I got wrapped up in watching something, and I tend to forget that I'm cooking. Oh well, it was still edible. The cats were certainly interested.

I tried sharing, but Dem doesn't seem to know how to eat from my hand, no matter how hard I try. Cricket, on the other hand, nommed the shit outta the crispy bits, then promptly stole Dem's pieces. He's thrown up the last two days but it's never food; just bile. I'm not sure if I should be concerned or not. If it happens tomorrow, I'll panic.

Speaking of tomorrow, fuck Valentine's Day.