Last Night a DJ Saved My Life

I officially had the best time of this semester last night. I've been to shows at Opera in Atlanta, but I've never been there when the energy in the place was so high. This was all thanks to the awesomely amazing Armin van Buuren. He's one of the few DJ right that I could honestly say is both adorable and amazing. I was ready to go after a while, and I still couldn't physically leave. He was that good, and I hope I get the chance to see him again.

Unfortunately enough, yesterday started out pretty bad. I woke up late, I got a C on my breakout response for history, the chocolate cake that I made turned out horrible, and I think that our cable got disconnected. What was worse is that KeKe had me worried for a bit that something horrible was going on with her and her boyfriend, but once again, I'm still not entirely sure of what happened.

After all of that fail, the night had to be better, right? Thankfully, it was. I got in with Chuurippu and Sunshine Bear despite a wee mishap, and we even got to skip the majority of the line to here the set of the guy before Armin; leave it to him to have an great opening act. It was hotter than I can ever remember it being, but it was still great. Opera managed to get this two adorable dancers that looked like an anime and a rave had twins. Sunshine called them Thing One and Thing Two, but they were way cuter than that.

Of course there was some bad in the form of a dealer ("You know anyone that wants some X?"), a creepy flailing guy, and a creeper that tried to give me a roofied free drink. My mamma didn't raise a fool, so I politely said no. When that no was taken as me teasing (?), I gave a elbow to the crotch. I'm not sure what's the matter with the creepers of Atlanta, but they aren't phased by crotch shots anymore. Chuurippu ended up doing this epic move where she would pull me in front of her, and it looked like some awesome vortex.

Will I do it again? With pleasure.

Before I Forget

It's amazing how loopy I get when sickness comes around. Unfortunately, I suffer for all kinds of illnesses on an almost constant basis. Two weeks ago it was my white blood cells, and now because my system is weak, I've got this weird combo of throat and nose congestion and overall fatigue. No fever yet, thank the Lord, but I feel bad enough. I hate the feeling of not being unclean, and I feel that way every time I come down with something.

Despite all, I managed to do one last baking hurrah and made Chuurippu a pound cake. We're becoming really good friends since KeKe spends all of her time with her boyfriend. I think it's because we're so much alike, but different enough that she isn't my twin or evil doppelganger. It's nice to escape the drama of my other friends, and luckily she's cool with me being so weird.

The NyQuil is starting to kick in, so I'm gonna go down for a nap.

Tales of a 14th Grade Nothing

I've come to the conclusion that other people's bull isn't my problem. It never was, and it never will be unless I make it so. Of course in practice, this never works out, but I can't say that I'm not trying. I'm so tired of the debacle that has become Lizard and the Flying Duthcman's so called relationship. I'm tired of hearing from Mutterschaf about anything to do with the Gypsy, and how stupid he is for being so oblivious to the fail that has been his life with Lizard.

The only good thing that has come from this is that my evil plan to get Esteban back from last semester. I bought a very scary object last semester, let's call it a candle stick. I've been decorating this "candle stick" for the longest time, and now I'm gonna giggle with glee while he is horrified with his present. Now I've just gotta wait for his birthday to spring it on him. Despite the embarrassment from having Rachel take it from the mail last semester, I believe that in the end it will be worth it.

The one thing that I have to look forward to is the Armin Van Buuren show on the first. It should be fun, and with any luck, Chuurippu will join Sunshine Bear and me.

It's Been a While

I haven't done anything on this blog for two months, and I feel a little bad about it. For a while I was sure that no one read it or anything, but it shouldn't be about how many followers I have or whatever. It should be about me, but of course, I love to make my life way more miserable than it really has to be.

Life always is more difficult than it should be, but all I can do is try to live long enough to at least feel content. Thankfully Spring Break is finally here, and going to Hilton Head with my past and present roomies. I can only hope that the drama of the last two weeks is left in Athens, but knowing everyone and everything, I should be ready for disaster. I'm glad I'll finally get to a beach after two years of missing the ocean. If anything, I can always go visit Granddaddy in Jacksonville. Too bad my aunt is in Ohio, but I know that she's there for a good reason.

The highlight of next week will definitely be Momo-Con. I've been working on that retarded parapara for the longest, and I finally got my steampunk cosplay together. I guess I've gotta look on the bright side and enjoy things.

Why Don't Sing They Like This These Days?

I woke up this morning to this song playing on my iPod. Dusty is amazing, and it made a little jealousy to think of the kind of quality music my grandmother was exposed to when she was my age. Enjoy.

Is It the Most Wonderful Time of the Year?

The holiday season is fast approaching, and I'm already feeling the anxiety and paranoia building up inside of me. Whenever I can manage to drag myself out of my apartment, I'm assaulted with the consumerism that has become Christmas. Macy's and other department stores starting building their displays in September, and once Halloween is over, it's full blown panic to get everything one would "need" to make this season the best ever. For me, it's probably the opposite.

I'm positive now that I'm suffering from full-blown agoraphobia. At the beginning of the semester, it wasn't so hard to go outside of my apartment. Now, waking up in the mornings to go to class or work is a battle. Every morning I awake this heighten sense that someone's watching me, or that my entire day is going to be the worst I've ever had.

I feel like I'm about to self-destruct. I'm afraid of what this mean for my future. I'd never want to get to the point of considering institutionalization, but if I can't get a handle on my everyday life, how am I going to be able to get through the mess that's usually Thanksgiving and Christmas with my family?

This year is set to be extra special. My cousin (who's a year younger and has just started college) is pregnant and has therefore committed the Epic Fail of the year. She's been in class for less than 3 months, and lives less than 10 miles from her mom and stepfather; I think I've said enough. That does mean that the Barnett family won't be visiting for either holiday, and that will spare my family having to listen to my aunt's so called Christian manifesto on living life.

My oldest cousin and my oldest uncle on my mother's side will be spending the holidays in prison and jail respectively. My granny's new beau (who I hate as much as her last one) will unfortunately be joining us unless he manages to infuriate her before Thanksgiving. My aunt might show up, but her girlfriend's on the run from the law, so she'll probably pass up coming into any of the Southern United States.

So I think it will be me, Ma, Sir, Megan, Kandise, Jordan, Granny, James (the beau), and Uncle Denis. We're probably have the usual spread, and we'll all be pooped before 8 p.m. It might actually be somewhat normal, considering most of the nefarious elements of my family won't be able to make it.

A normal holiday. That'll be the first this family has ever seen.

Eye of the Tiger

Despite what I thought last night, I woke up this morning with a heavy cloud over me. I just felt bad, no matter what. I had myself a good long cry, then something great happened. This is why I am convinced that God exist; I was heading down a dark path otherwise.

This summer I did this internship that was a partnership between the City of Washington (in Georgia), The Student Conservation Association (a.k.a. the SCA), and the National Park Service (a.k.a. NPS). This was an opportunity of a lifetime (a.k.a. Jesus made a way), and I really enjoyed the entire experience despite spending the summer in libraries and graveyards. After the absolute awesomeness of this internship, going back to the daily grind really made me sad. Then, I got a call from Mr. Jenkins, my old supervisor from the internship. Not only will I be able to do this awesome workshop that's gonna be an great networking experience, but I got an guarantee that I'll have the same internship next summer.

This news completely broke me out of my funk, and I finally got to cleaning up the mess that's been my room. For real clean. I even cleaned out my closet and rearranged all of my clothes. Then, I went out for a jog Rocky style. Eye of the Tiger was on a loop on my iPod, and I felt alive.