I'm lovin' it.

Do you know what's disgusting? McDonalds when you're not drunk. Guess what's awesome. McDonalds when you are.

I have the bag on my lap and every time I reach for a fry I realise I put them on my desk. But seriously, every time I want a fry, I reach in the bag before I notice where they actually are. I'm not talking a couple of fries, I'm saying like a whole medium's worth!

Drunkenness is good sometimes. It was a long day, yes, but not a bad one so a few shots make me feel like fun. when I'm sad, drinking is depressing. (do i think I'm the first person to realise this?)

I have to do some spells now, then sleep.

I wrote all of this with one hand, by the way. The other was holding a cheeseburger. totally worth it.

Tomorrow, I'll try to "know th...myself" again.

But why?

Why didn't anyone comment on my Life Uncommon post? I really needed the imput of people who matter to me!

Please read it! I need validation! I need you! Pleeeeeeeeeeeaaaaase!

I hope I haven't taken up too much of your time.

Gimme a head with HAIR!

Go. See. It.

Yaaaa hooo hooo hoo hoooey!

I love A Goofy Movie. So sue me!

A life uncommon

Why am I a server? It doesn't make me happy. A friend just said "I still can't picture you bartending..." you know why? Because I'M NOT A BARTENDER! I'm not meant for it. I don't want to get you your drink. I kinda think you should stop drinking! I know you're not gonna tip me, and if you do, I'm sucking up for money! that's not cool! do you have to suck up for a loonie? no! you have a billion people working under you, you never do a thing and you get paid millions!

I don't like that!

I don't like being the one making your life better through tequila shots.

I want my life being made better. Can't I help people? Can't I do what I love for money? and then use that money to help people? and then lie on a beach somewhere?

I guess I'll be doing one of the things I love for money when I go to Switzerland. Okay, I'm okay. My life is interesting again. The panic recedes.

Oh no, the same friend is surprised that I joined a gym and that I can hold my alcohol! (I'm talking on msn as I write this.) She just said: "I don't know who you are!" I don't know either! If I have to have a joe job, I should be working at a childrens bookstore!

I just realised, I can stay up late now! Where did I go?

lend your voices only to the sound of freedom
no longer lend your strength to that which you wish to be free from
fill your lives with love and bravery
and you shall lead a life uncommon

The concept of "shoe."

After finally cleaning my room, I watched at least 4 hours of "What Not to Wear" with a hint of Clueless and The Thomas Crown Affair.

My roomie and I make fun of Stacey and Clinton for saying "you've paired it with a beautiful boot," or "the pant is lovely," or "there's a nice line in the arm." They don't know how to use plurals. I imagine myself on that show and think of all the things I can say to make fun of them.

There's a girl on now with a T-shirt with a picture of Tinkerbell and it says "Never Grow Up." Of course the "host" are saying "Guess what? It's time to grow up!" She has a few beautiful fairy dresses that I love.

Well, now they're getting her clothes that are, yes, flattering, but exactly like everyone else's! Why do they insist on removing individuality.

People say things like "real world" and "grow up." I don't understand! Why can't I dress the way I like? Will I actually offend someone if I want to look like a princess? Will I actually be judged or deemed untrustworthy if I'm wearing a long skirt? What if they saw me carry around my superman lunchbox? Dude!

Then I think, I want people to take me seriously.

But that thought goes away very quickly. I'd rather be a princess and I don't think it could cause that much harm.

Should a person really give up a part of their identity and adapt to the current style?

Forgiveness

One night, I got home very very drunk and I wrote the most eloquent post ever. The next day, when I went to check it, it hadn't published, it hadn't even saved! You can imagine my rage. I haven't forgiven my blog.

Until now.

Fine, blog, I forgive you.

But since then, I've found it hard to find things to say. That one post sapped everything I had in me and now my thoughts are disorganised.

Oh well.

I'm waiting for my lovah to move in with me and I couldn't be more excited! This is gonna be the best summer of my life! (except for next summer when Harry Potter 7 comes out and I'll be in England!)

I'm listening to Hairspray right now and I'm happy. "They'll never get to college but they sure look cool." "Now that I'm a woman I like bigger men."

I'm also getting excited to pull a Nick! and sing "Goodbye Until Tomorrow" at my family goodbye party.

Switzerland will be magnificent.

Okay, blog. Looks like we're back to normal now. Let me organise my thoughts and I'll be back.

Goodbye until tomorrow.