tickle fight!

ill? Certainly not successful. Not in my case. More like infectious. The moment I decide to pull a near all-nighter in pursuit of success is the moment my throat decides to feel like it is constantly being stabbed with shards of glass. And my hard work goes unappreciated. Misinterpreted even. Sigh. I guess some people are meant for a life of leisure and some people are meant for a life of measurable success. I am the former, I suppose.

There is a wii in the house now. I 100% suck at video games. I’ll admit it. Despite my lucky streaks in the world of Mike Tyson’s Punch Out and Bond on gamecube, I usually die before the annoying theme song gets past its first run. I’m talking the first drop off in super mario. I get nervous! I suck! Then I get mad! And start reading the old copies of National Geographic that your mom keeps in the basement. However. HOWEVER. I have a knack for the wii. Okay, maybe not a knack. But I don’t 100% suck. I maybe 50% suck. It’s inspiring. But I am a good wii bowler, as opposed to being a mediocre (yet stylish) real life bowler. My mom has bowling trophies. I have a unique end-of-the-pitch flourish and a terrible average.

Hooray for heat, wut WUT!? I can wear a dress sans tights. My life revolves around dresses. It is absurd. Despite my pale exterior, I am a summer baby. I like all things summer. I used to swim in our pool at my childhood home for 8 hours at a time. And I fancy margaritas. There is a show tonight that I am missing out on, in order to tend to my raw throat. I might pre-party. That’s just the way I roll.

I’m heading to Vancouver for my dirty thirty. I don’t know what to expect, but I like the idea of getting out of town to hang out in a town that I’ve always wanted to go to but have never had a good reason to go to, etc., etc. And I am most excited about going with some of my best friends to the Naam, a 24-hour vegetarian restaurant. I wish they would let me move in.

I ate like 1/3 of my salad today. No appetite. No confidence in the things I hold in high regard. I know I’m mysterious. Or maybe just vague. But I had a goal, it got messed up (I messed it up, unknowingly), and now I don’t know what direction I should be traveling in. It’s interesting that some people have an internal compass. And I have nothing, except about a thousand crushes and a spatial disability. Standing still has never been so stylish.