Cleaning House

I am moving out of my apartment to a friend’s house in order to save money for France. Not only have I discovered how much junk I truly have, but I have also decided I am not nearly as clean as I thought I was. I have also discovered I have been sharing my apartment with a massive amount of spiders and rolly pollies for the last 6 years. If this sounds disgusting, it’s because it is. I must like living in filth because I can tell by the carcasses of the dead bugs that they have been there for a long while.

Anyway, one of my biggest questions I have as I move is, “Why in the hell did I save that stuff?” Most of the knick knacks I have just collect dust. I don’t have many things of sentimental value. And the stuff with sentimental value stays in a box, tucked away for only my eyes to see. So, why do I have all this junk? There is no reason to have so much clutter. It is a sign of a sick mind. I have concert and opera tickets from 1995! When will those EVER come in handy? I also have all of my baby teeth. Yes, I admit it. The tooth fairy gave them back to me and I kept them! Yikes! I don’t know what has possessed me to keep those things all through the years, but you know what? I am not throwing them out. I am keeping them so when I come back from France, I can say… well, you know.

Date Night with the Girls.

Last weekend my friends, Heather and Amanda, and I went to the movies. We saw Crash. It was a so-so movie; I wasn’t really impressed with it. The movie has some really intense scenes, which are the only reasons this film was even tolerable. Mostly the movie was about racial tension, bigotry, and relatively intelligent people making very unintelligent choices. The characters were not well developed. Overall, with the exception of the emotional peaks the movie relied on for dramatic effect, it was a big disappointment. I really don’t like movies anyway because it is too hard for me to sit still through a 2 hour event. I wanted to see something original and all the reviews of Crash claimed it was an original movie. Oh well, we had fun just hanging out and that is the most important thing.

Another One Bites the Dust

Okay, it is now official. I am too old to try to out drink someone. I have known that for years. I really think that ship sailed when I was about 19, but every once in a while, I forget. I forget what it is like to wake up at 5 in the morning to a spinning room; I forget the groggy, compressed feeling of dehydration the next day; and I forget about the two day recovery period afterward. So why do I do it? It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, oh my. Last night was one of those nights. I decided to mix vodka with beer, never a wise decision, and until 1:00 a.m. I was having a jolly good time. I had a heated political discussion at the Mallard and then continued it with the folks I met at a party I wasn’t invited to. I had a blast until I woke up this morning, choking down ways of nausea. It wasn’t until after I swallowed some anti-nausea pills that I realized I also had a splitting headache. How very unpleasant to know so early in the morning your day is going to be terrible and you are the only one to blame.