have more fun

i went out and partied for the first time in a long while this past weekend… oh deary me.

i dont party a lot, mind you, or even feel compelled to that often… but when i do, i have to get shitfaced. its not a subconscious thing; i’m quick to tell people that i just don’t see the point of just having a drink or two. my motto is: if you’re going to drink, you might as well get drunk… a motto that never ceases to get me in trouble.

it wouldn’t be such an issue if i just got drunk, but oh no, i have to run around campus hitting every stoop gathering that sounds like a dance party, losing my student id, cell phone, even high heels in the process. and this happens EVERY SINGLE TIME. only this time i feel like i’m really paying for it. turns out galavanting about barefoot in a flimsy second hand dress while its raining makes you a perfect candidate for the flu. in addition to having lost my id, phone, and favorite pair of shoes, i’ve lost three days of class from being sick as a dog.

i love weekends like this. they really are fun. and i stand by what i say about partying… but i really lack the responsibility to behave this way, and until i get my shit together (both figuratively and literally), i should probably shake off stress in some other ways.

What a lovely evening, a party that started at 5pm for the kids and then early dinner for them. Then dinner later for the grownups. We left just after 10pm, my latest night out all year. Had a great time.

I was surfing the internet wondering how my life had become so dull then the phone rang. It was Fox he said “Beer Pong?” I said, “absolutely” so Friday night wasn’t as sad as I thought it was going to be I met some new people (which is rare in a small town) and won a few rounds. I think it’s been about a year since I’d played. There’s just something really fun about hanging out with the guys, listing to music, drinking some beer and talking trash.

The gorillas were amazing

win tonight, oh ya, Brett Favre, that was fun!

I am 33 and just realizing now that I am too tighltly wound.

I have had fun in my life, but I think I have a shell to come out of a little more.

Baby steps, right?

918 cheers given
but 1068, received, wow! Fun, yes, this site..humbling, eye opening, appreciative for all the support and the 1068 faces, I may never see, behind those smiley faces! Each one of those cheers, helped me make through another day, helped me realize I wasn’t as alone as I thought I was..made me realize that most people, try and fail, but keep trying..that we all have goals, that we all at times fall short of meeting them, or sometimes, there are those that exceed them..

Wow! Was I ever surprised this year! Last year, they could even get 250 people to attend. This year, there was 500 free tickets gone!
I literally, sat on the floor, listening to some of the most amazing “Geeks” half my age, teach me, about blogging for business, advertising on the web for free, the list is endless! I can’t help but admire these young people, that sacrificed their weekend, so that me and middle aged people like myself, could learn! If there is a PodCamp, in your area, check it out, you won’t be disappointed!

It’s good that I love my work, but I find myself working because there’s nothing else I’d really rather be doing. How sad is this? One day I’m going to be a real grown-up who is forced to work, will I still fill the same then? I doubt it. I need to take back my youth and actually fill my free time with things that are just plain fun.

If I’m not working or sitting around, I’m hula hooping. It’s cool that there is at least one thing outside work and school that I like. I’m going to try to foster my skill with this—but also find other outlets for my energy and boredom.

jammed tonight to some gospel and bluegrass shit with my buddies. i can’t sing worth a lick in this cold weather but it makes me feel good.

sometimes you have to say fuck other people and make yourself happy. actin a fool is good for the soul.