A Rush Of Blood To The Head

Birthday For Sale...

I'm done with my birthday. I hate the time of year that it's on...everyone is jammed packed with school work and sometimes it's on Easter and once it was even on a Monday. How can the Birthday God do that to me...honestly--A Monday.

Well, I'm officially an adult living on my own for the first time. I live at 3 Trailview Dr...all come visit. I love my little area of the house...very cozy.

So yeah...that's life.
Shan

You are Uncle Rico and could throw a football over
them mountains.

Which Napoleon Dynamite character are you?
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It was all about 4 Heineken--half pint of rum--rum and coke jug-a-dee-jug--3 shots and a glass of green beer.

And the fun continues. Wednesday evening's warm up to St Patty's day fun turned out to be way more than a warm up. Full of beer I did some classy passing out on the couch and woke up at the early rising time of 7, thanks to Brent's rush to the Irving. Stayed awake and went to work even though I had booked the day off...stupid work. With my falling asleep attitude, I'm sure I told every customer that I was eagerly awaiting 3 o'clock so I could nap before becoming shit faced. Sooo...I left at 3--no earlier and with a quick stop at the liquor store--I was in dreamland in Brent's bed. Woken by Taryn, I discovered a small group of kids that do not live in 531 E...we cracked a few drinks..and low and behold...it became a party. **Note to self...never give Taryn face paint to play with again** St Patty's day was a drunken mess of a night filled with fun and fard and friends. Good.

Tonight upon leaving T's place...I noticed it was one of the best things ever...Romantic snow. The light fall of snow that seems to dance with the lights of cars and glow of sky. The kind of snow that makes you want to walk until daylight...unfortunately I was TRASHED last night and have no more energy for such craziness...but I will lay in bed and think of romantic snow before drifting away to sleep.
Shan

I have been having a great amount of fun lately. And then there are the days when reality kicks in and overwhelms the situation. I'm going to make a better effort to kick reality to the curb. Fun is better. I want to constantly feel like I'm listening to a great song...you know when a really fantastic song comes on and you just get that burst of energy and you dance all around your house with not a care. Like right now -- I'm listening to Under Pressure and I have more energy right now then I have had all day. It's 1208 and my eyes are drooping but all I want to do is pretend that this sunglass case is a microphone and do my best david bowie/freddie mercury lipsync.

Drum Solo.

So St. Patty's day is fast approaching. I am beyond excited. It is just one of the best drunkest days ever. Last year drama ensued and I'm sure it will again this year but I'm still gonna get loaded and dance like a fool to merrimac and then Friday morning, wonder how I got so drunk and roll off someone's couch and think how great it was. It's gotta happen.

This is my play list right now...download them if you feel inclined.
Under Pressure--Queen with David Bowie
Changes--David Bowie
Lola--The Kinks
Fair--Remy Zero
God Only Knows--The Beach Boys
Turn Me On--Norah Jones
The Only Living Boy In New York--Simon and Garfunkel
Magic Dance--David Bowie
The Blower's Daughter--Damien Rice
New Slang--The Shins
Helpless--Neil Young
After the Gold Rush--Neil Young
Blue Eyes--Cary Brothers
Don't Worry Baby--The Beach Boys
Wouldn't It Be Nice--The Beach Boys

Shan

The inevitability of drama.

I've been going through all my documents on this computer and found some funny msn conversations saved. There is one in which there was a lot of light shed on the opposite sex..es.

*Names have been blocked for protection*


Msn Chatter #1 says: Girls like to go out with bastards because of danger?
Msn Chatter #2 says: what do you mean by bastards.....like whoop your ass, i'm sleeping with other ho's bastard?
Msn Chatter #3 says: bastards = guys who don't have manors/empathy/respect/ etc...
Msn Chatter #4 says: I think that we girls wait around for that nice guy but they're too shy or become your friend or we get too shy and so we become impatient and take the first thing that will come at ya
#4 says: we wait around in this dreamland waiting for the other person to ask you out and it never happens...so you take what you can get because you don't think you can do better
#2 says: i think some girls dont' like everything being so perfect......girls like drama.......so they want someone that will cause drama
#3 says: sing it sister
#3 says: well i believe drama happens no matter what whenever feelings are involved, its inevitable
#4 says: exactly...everyone can boil over at any time...whether you are a bastard or not
# 3 says: so you girls gotta go out with the nice guys and wait for the drama, make a game out of it
#4 says: well it comes down to the fact that we're all too nervous to talk to the other person about it
#2 says : maybe the nice guys are going after wrong girls
#1 says: maybe the bad guys are going after the nice girls and the girls are too wonky in the head to realise it
#3 says: that is true, but i have come to realize everybody is fucked

That conversation took place almost 2 years ago. and it's only now I'm coming to realize that everybody is fucked.
Shan

Well...just a quick note that a crew will be making an apperance this Friday night at the Olde Dublin Pub...good times for all. Jenn White--Colin Enman and Douglas Keefe will be in attendance and they don't live here anymore so come on by and say hi.

Other than that...life is extremely boring...anyone have any fun at all I can have...just drop it on by.
Shan