Welcome to Thursday Night

I used to look forward to Thursdays back in grad school as the beginning of my weekend. Now I usually dread them, as my work weeks tend to get busier as it progresses. Fridays always drive me to either relieve me stress through heated yoga, or drinking excessively. Obviously, the former is probably a more productive use of my time, and I do enjoy a nice Friday yoga session after a long week, but sometimes I am suckered into a happy hour turned into a night of overindulgence.

I really do have mixed feelings about drinking these days. While it is true that it can help you relax or loosen up. I am definitely more talkative and courageous after a few drinks. But sometimes I wonder, am I seriously incapable of doing that without the liquid courage? Why do I have a desire to alter the me that makes me, me? If that even makes sense. I mean, I like myself! I still like myself while drinking, and I don't think I'm one to change into a completely different personality while consuming the rum and diets...soooo, yeah. Who knows. That's just what I think right now. I'm sure it will change soon. And yet I continue to booze. Gah, I'm so hypocritical!



Speaking with Katie Barry tonight made me realize that I change my mind about everything in my life - sometimes I catch myself telling people that I think one way, and in my head I'm thinking "I have never thought that before...what possessed me to tell someone that that is my opinion/view of something?" Is that just me?! Probably. I need to stop saying things just to say them, and really think more about what I'm saying. I know I'm allowed to change my views, but I don't want to express something without actually believing that's what I think at the time at least.

WOW, I'm really not making much sense tonight. I'm listening to a musician called Adrianne right now. I just went to her myspace page to make the hyperlink, and I found out that she'll be playing in a small little venue by me! What luck. It's on a Tuesday, but I think I will still go. Maybe even by myself. I'm feeling a little saucy like that. I just listened to her song "Flashlight"

All I want tonight
is a friend who can love me
like a flashlight
Shine what's good in me
I've lost sight of it
You see
Shine on me

I like that part. That's what my friends do for me - they help me see the best parts of myself, which I often lose sight of. THANK YOU!

This blog has been so completely random. I apologize to whomever reads this, as I doubt you will be able to make much sense of it. Word vomit tends to be a recurring theme in these writings, but I guess since I'm not saying them, it would be...thought vomit? Yes, I will give you a moment to ponder the idea.


I'm getting a haircut tomorrow. I'm doing it up big time. It's going away. My tresses will be several inches shorter. You will all see. No mas of this long hair! :) It will be liberating. I'm just hoping it looks good too. One of my most listened to artists, Missy Higgins, is inspiring it: