Alcohol Bad. Tree Pretty.

So yesterday I kinda accidentally got smashed.

morlock and I went to the Hangar for lunch, and amidst the usual buttloads of chicken and fries there was also a tall Bass Ale for me (I really should have ordered a short - I wasn't expecting Tall to mean here, drink it out of a glass the size of the Empire State Building... I kinda felt like Pippin at that moment where he's all like "it comes in pints???" except intimidated, not excited...) and a Cape Cod for morlock... and then we were reminded the hard way that he really can't drink anymore, so I ended up drinking all of my beer and tossing down almost all of his vodka as well. yeah. I dimly remember yelling the word "assfuck!" in the parking lot because I thought it was funny and later asking morlock to tell his room to stop moving, and goddamn it stop laughing at me. Anyway between me being fuzzy and him being headachey, we spent most of yesterday napping on and off.

And then last night turned out to me Night Of the Icky Dreams. I don't really want to talk about the one that had me freaked out for half an hour and unable to sleep for like 2, but later, yet another dream about Mom. damn, I really have just about had it with all the dreams I've been having about a) her still being in the hospital b) her funeral. Apparently my subconscious still thinks I've got some guilt to work out. Or something. I don't know, lately she really hasn't been leaving me alone, but I really have no clue what she's trying to tell me.

I haven't been home all weekend... I'm supposed to meet sydneycat at the Wal-marty mall later today and then we're going to go watch bad movies over at her house, though I don't know how long I'm gonna stay over there since I woke up with the menstrual gnomes cheerfully sawing me in half and singing "Blood blood be-blood blood blood" to the tune of the Smurf theme.

Drinking + hormones = fucks up me brain.

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So weird, haven't seen home since Friday morning...

Today was fun, despite various missed connections with PVTA today that made my life a wee bit more complicated, cold and annoying today than it really needed to be. I discovered that it's not a bad walk from morlock's to the mall this way, and had some time to mull over stuff while waiting for the bus at sydneycat's... which showed up about 40 minutes late. *sigh*

But I digress. I had a fun afternoon out with syd, and then watching terrible horrible no good very BAD horror movies, one of which was very obviously dubbed from italian and featured lots of creepy music, crimped hair and little girls in mary janes that forced girls to kill themselves, and the other was this strangely stage-play like thing starring Bela Lugosi and a midget that was a cross between Clue and cruise ship dinner theater. Bad movies, no biscuit. But still perversely fun. I'm amazed how people actually found this stuff scary fifty years ago. Which makes me wonder what sort of fucked up shit's going to make it into horror movies in 2050. I mean, think about it...

I have in my possession the 5th volume of Preacher which I'm halfway through, and sydneycat's GBA... on which is Shining Force - Ressurection of Dark Dragon... I am pretty boggled by the fact that there are SNES level graphics on this bitsy little thing... and wow, if this isn't the EXACT same game as Shining Force that I played through three years ago on sunny's old Sega. No matter, I'm still enjoying it. It's still as remarkably silly as I remember. It even has the same friggin' music. :)

Anyway, I mentioned that I had some time to think... I really need to accomplish some things this year, and kinda simplify a bit... god, I feel like I'm doing the growing up thing way too late sometimes, but I guess better late than never right? *sigh* And better done than good. It's so funny, I look in the mirror and see lines around my smile and my eyes and the occasional gray hair and think wow, I so don't deserve those yet. Wrinkles, I think, should be like the stripes, stars and bars you get in the the armed services, not just markers of time passing. But hey, if that's what it takes to spur me on about shit, if what I need is a reminder that life's too short to whinge about shit I can't change... so be it. 'cause damn it, I want to have fucking earned my laugh lines.

Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Same old song, different lyrics. Or is this the batshit techno remix?