Make Believe

Lordy Lord.

First off, Chris Potter was amazing. I was SO stoked to see my sax idol, in the flesh, and he totally didn't disappoint! We had really good seats, but with the way the concert was, it wouldn't have mattered where we sat anyway. Of course, it didn't hurt that we got an up-close look :]]

Saw my old sax/clarinet teacher there, Lynne Hart. I don't know why, but every time I see her now, it's a bit awkward. She never has much to say to me it seems, and I can't imagine why; I left on good terms with her, and had a really good senior year with her as my teacher. So why is it awkward!

I feel like maybe it has something to do with leaving High School and moving on...But I can't be sure.

They really should warn you about bringing a damned can-opener to college. I don't really want to go into detail about what I went through while attempting to cook for myself just now, so...

Things that can NOT open a can of ravioli:

~Pen

~Bedpost

~Brush

~Screwdriver

Things that CAN (but aren't supposed to):

~Scissors

My GOD.

Next time I go to the store late at night, I have to remember to look for the little pull tab on the cans, because mark my words, I won't be doing THAT again. Looks like I friggin killed somebody. Jeeze.

So I'm watching this new show, Skins...skanktastic. After seeing the first episode, I've gathered that the plot is generally centered around the lives of a gang of 16-year-old fools who get into things they shouldn't. Sex, drugs, mischief, drugs, and drama. This whole episode is based on the main character planning a night full of raunchy fun for his friend, who if he doesn't lose his virginity by the time he turns 17, they "Can't be friends anymore". As much as I am put off by the fact that they're doing this at their age, I can't help but laugh at how deliciously scandalous and boldly awful this show is! I think it will end up being my new guilty pleasure...yes? Haaaaaaaa.

You know, it makes me think of my life...I'm gonna be brutally honest. Last weekend, I got really drunk and made out with someone. I was really angry with myself at first. How could I have lost control like that? I wasn't upset by the fact that we made out..that just kinda happened, and we just kinda let it happen. What pissed me off was the fact that I got so drunk that I lost control of what I was doing. I felt terrible the next day...physically awful.

Talking to Stash on Monday morning, I broke down and cried. I decided I didn't want to be that girl...I didn't want to drink until I was sick. I didn't want to let people down, and I didn't want to let myself down. After a lengthy conversation, I promised her I wouldn't drink anymore. And it felt good.

We've all made promises before, not all of which may have been easy to keep. I realize now that this promise is especially important. I may have the occasional drink, but I don't need to be drunk to have fun...and I love that I have friends who will always be here with me to HAVE non-drunk fun. Stacia, you're awesome. And Lucy, if you're reading this..this one's for you, too :)

Peace out.