Starting Fresh

I spent the entire day in my bathrobe, laying on the couch wrapped in blankets drinking juice and reading Harry Potter. Call me pathetic, but I find it to be the best possible way to recover from this cold. Not very productive, but not like I could really get anything done today. I've joked around with Jennifer, and we've now called my sickness "The Plague".

I personally hate the fact that I'm sicker than all hell. Sore throat, dry cough, headache, stuffed up completely.. I took some Ibuprofen a little earlier though, and can already feel the effects of it, thank goodness. Tonight should be an interesting night of beer of whiskey, accompanied with some reckless socializing, I presume. I suppose it's really much needed, seeing as this week basically was horrible. I don't suppose getting outright drunken is good in my current state, but when am I really logical when it comes to self-destruction?

In the random magazine articles I decide to glance over, blogs seem to be quite the popular divergence for people nowadays. Why wasn't I in on this trend? Hell, I wouldn't even call it a trend. Everyone just wants everyone else to feel their sadness, their pity, and their daily bullshit. I guess the feeling of having someone understand and relate to your miseries makes it a little more tolerable, doesn't it?

I wouldn't consider myself to be an expert blogger, let alone a good one at that. But, me, being as outgoing and blunt as I am (Oh joy..), should be able to keep this going. I hope I won't forget about this. I always tried journaling when I was younger, but if you looked to the pages of my journal, you would see that most of the entries are months apart in dates. I remember there once was a span of 7 or 8 months in between two entries. I can't do that anymore. There's enough going on in my mind that can't just sit up there and rot.

It needs to come out.



Anyways, hopping in the shower. Trying to decide if I wanna get all prettied up for tonight, or just be casual-cool. Why does it even matter?! Gah. Being a girl is just downright complicated. >:/