Another day, another pint night

I feel as though I should update this, but I'm unsure as to what to go off on. No real rants. I'm pretty content with how things are going right now, I suppose.

Hmmm... We went and got fireworks. Road-trippin' it. It was a lot of fun, actually. Just me and a few guys. That day ended up being next to perfect. After getting home, we went swimming out at the Pits, shot off a few fireworks, had hotdogs and s'mores over a fire, so so perfect. I wish I could keep days like that in my pocket and hit "replay" when I have a sucky day. Like last night.

(K, if we have not hung out when you go to read this, stop, because I really want to have storytime with you)

Before I begin, I should say that I have been sick the past couple of days. So I've been loading up and doubling up on cold medicine. Which I knew would probably affect my ability to keep up my normal level of drinking, even after not drinking for a few days. Little did I know. Little did I know.

Went to Olde Main with A, T, T's friend, M and J. After one drink, I was pleasantly tipsy. After two drinks, I was a bit drunk and should have stopped there. After 3 drinks I was drunk, after 4 drinks, I was blitzed beyond belief. I remember nearly everything, bits of it are coming back a little bit hazily, but for the most part it's there. But I was horrid! I was doing things I never would have imagined I would do, even drunk. I know I get in a "let's tease people and freak them out and pretend to stop breathing and hide" mood when I'm drunk but what the fuck I was an annoying sonofabitch!! And I was talking and sharing and Hell, he nearly got the *fuckface* story. Very few people know that story, it's not a pretty one. It needs to be told at some point, (along with the fun stories of my ex's and psuedo-ex's(Oh, that's the fun one!)) but a controlled, non-drunk environment for goodness sake! And now I may have screwed things up there, because God knows things went to hell and back once. Meh, at least I didn't take my top off. But I did have an interesting run-in with an officer as I was crossing the street to my apartment...

But after nursing my slight hangover, I finally got back on the horse (and by horse, I refer to the elliptical and weights) and did my full workout again, after doing a half-assed one Monday because I could feel the cold coming on, and skipping Tuesday and Wednesday because I was sick. So that felt good. And swimming tonight, and I finally have food again because I got back to Fareway...

And, and. Guitar. I hate to brag, but I'm getting good. Now I have a lot of time to practice, I don't have work a lot, but still. Taylor Swift and Plain White T's are my staples for now, but I have a lot of the chords down. Now I just need to convince my friends who *really* play guitar to take me under their wing and teach me a few tricks.

OH. And yeah. Twitter. Yes, I'm on Twitter. I got it to stay in touch with a friend when I moved to Boston and my following is still not very large. But massive confusion ensued recently. I started talking to this friend who is still in Ames for the summer at least. Then this guy whose avatar looks a lot like said friend started following me. I thought it was said friend. So I start going back and forth with the @ replies to him and direct messages. Then, yesterday, thinking I was talking to said friend, started talking him into dollar pint night at Olde Main. Apparently, this was not said friend. I don't know who it is. But we're still going back and forth after I apologized and said I thought he was someone else. It seems he saw me at pint night but I was pre-occupied (what with the being blitzed off my ass and having my bra flicked) so he didn't come over, but he would still want to actually meet me. I am conflicted. Another time, another pint night, I suppose.

But I'm getting antsy. I know why, and it's not a good why. But it's the why every girl gets in the summer. But we'll see.

My guitar is on fire.... not really

This post is going to be fairly short, and fairly trivial. More about going ons than rants or anything. I'm quite boring as of late.

I just got a guitar. And JUST got. This is late Wednesday afternoon. I got it at about 1:30 this afternoon. I've practiced and napped. That's all I've done. It's a solid mahogany-top acoustic Alvarez folk guitar, and it is gorgeous. It's not your typical guitar color, it's much richer, darker color, and it's pretty. It sounds gorgeous too. When I heard mahogany makes guitars mellower, I wasn't sure about that, but it sounds amazing, to me at least. I don't have any pictures of it yet, but I will soon. I even just about have a name for it. I thought it fits, and I think it still does, but I'll take suggestions.

So ah, this whole work out thing. I like it. It's not like I don't have proper motivation, it feels good, even though it does hurt. Some mornings my body hates me. Like *really* hates me. Well, it's more of throughout the day it hates me. Like Monday. After not working out really all weekend, except for golf on Sunday, I woke up late (10:30, when I was intending to already *be* in the workout room) and so I pushed it to get there asap. So the whole day I was tired and sore. It was like "You stupid whore! You get me up and push me for an hour right out of bed? When your *aunt* is visiting?! Then you expect me to *like* it? You stupid whore!!"

And in other, even more recent news, the oven in our apartment set on fire during a self-cleaning cycle. Luckily we were all in the apartment at the time, and got the fire extinguisher out and everything.

Also, a few other things have made me very happy in the last couple of days, and you can ask me about them if you want, and I'll tell you, but vague-girl returns!