Happy Girl Again

Good stuff has happened recently. I'm not so stressed out anymore. Last week was pretty hellish, but I have the feeling this week will be pretty kick-ass. I'm health(ier) and definitely more happy than I was last week. I had a super weekend kickin' it with friends and bein' laid back and just chilln'. I laughed a lot this weekend, and that was just what I needed, apparently. I've regained my 'fuck it, I do what I want' attitude - which is a good thing, otherwise I just try and take on to much and attempt to save the world, which I can't do, then feel bad about failing. So, fuck it. I do what (and who) I want. :-)

So, I'm finally done with school. I walked in the ceremony Saturday in Cheney. I got my diploma months ago, but it was still good to walk in the ceremony, get some closure (mainly for the 'rents) and go back and visit one last time. Well, I might go back for a football game or two, but its a freaking long-ass drive, so it'd have to be sex, booze, or drugs (or all three combined, wink wink) to get me back over there any time soon.

I got to see a lot of people I haven't seen in months, so that was awesome. After the ceremony my 'rents and I went to an impromptu BBQ at Liz and Dave's. It was cool to me their families and hang out with a beer and whatnot. Mom was kind of riled up about graduation, so it was good to get a beer in her to calm her down. I wish Liz and Dave and I had had more time to hang out, but its all good. We met up at Denny's later, so it was cool.

Saturday night was the best part of the weekend. I got drunk as shit, and was just chillin', drinkin', shakin' my ass a bit to the music my friend Jess DJ'ed at The Basement. I hadn't been there since they remodeled it, and it looks good. I like it. Good vibes. I liked the music, the drinks were tasty, and there was a bit of a crowd. A drunk crowd at that. Good times! I got to chill with a whole bunch of people I haven't seen in months, and it rocked. Me being messed up didn't hurt either.

I love that point in the evening where you realize you're pretty hammered, and you ask youreself: "are you ready to get fucked up, or are you going to puss out and be moderate?" To say the least, I don't puss out much, and didn't Saturday night. It was a LOT of fun. Met some new people, had my ass grabbed by a couple drunk guys (all of whom I turned down, thank you very much - see moderation!!!), got hit on and flirted my way around the bar, hangin' with friends and just bein' drunk. I do love drinking in Cheney, I'll admit it.

I also love flirting. It could be my most favorite thing to do ever - lets just say I like it a lot more than I do a ton of other stuff. Its like putting sex and laughter together...what's bad about that, you ask? Nothing. Not a damn thing. Flirting is an art I am mastering to my own delight... and it is delightful!

Anyways, we ate at the magical Medical Lake Denny's for breakfast with Liz and Dave this morning, and my hangover disappeared. It could have been the beers I drank with my 'Moons over my Hammy' breakfast sandwich, but I'm pretty sure it was just the Medical Lake magic that saved my head from pounding and my body from exhaustion and the shakes. Or the delightfully cold Coors Light. Who's to say? :-) Yay for Denny's after drinking.

The drive home was pretty chill. The scenery was goregous, and we drove with the windows down most of the way. It was nice just to be out in the sun, listening to music, driving on a roadtrip. Jess and I were considerably relaxed for the better part of the drive, so that didn't hurt either.