Sunday, February 20, 2005

Fri:
3 Long Islands
1 Lemon Drop
Sat:
2 Jello Shots
2 Hard Lemonades
1 Carbomb
1 Red Headed Slut
2 Kamakazes
1 Glass of beer

0 Pages written

I have a problem. My favorite kind of problem.
Last night was another dose of fun.
Well, despite my nearly breaking a bottle over the head of a shit-talking, white boy thug..
Oh well.
Anyway, I went from a party to a bar to IHOP (I finally realize the usefulness of 24-hour restaurants in hangover prevention..french toast and lots of water at 2am and you wake up sans the urge to puke).
I've been having a good time since I moved back to the suburbs. The people I know out here I've known for a long, long time and that's comforting. But there's a big potential for drama, in contrast to how in the city, everyone pretty much minds their own damn business.
I've found a way around it, though. When I come across someone who I have anymosities with, I smile and say hello. With no hate and no grudges. That way, if they're rude to me, they just look like an ass.
I'm also glad to be back out here because I get to see my best friend and boyfriend, the two sweetest and funnest people in the entire universe and slobber all over their faces on a regular basis. hehe

But the problem is I am a writer. And writing requires alone time, which I haven't had much of. When there's so many people around to talk to, it doesn't seem as appealing to talk to the page.
Maybe once I'm settled into the new apartment and get more assignments in my fiction classes, the creating will come easier.

posted at 1:05 PM |