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 I’m so sick of being sick. So sick, in fact, that I OD’d on narcotic cough syrup last night and have spent my day in a big old loop. Or maybe I was trying to kill myself because someone accidentally called me… *gasp* Rebekkah. *GASP* Which, I understand, there are some similarities. It still makes me sick to my stomach.

There’s a waterski competition today in Zachary, and I’d really like to go but I have so much crap to be doing. Better crap, honestly. Like Elisha’s birthday party and Karaoke with Tammy. Not me singing karaoke. No, never. Laughing at people singing karaoke.

I had considered going to ‘the river’ today, but I would have puked all in the water and that’s just nasty. My pepperoni pizza lean pocket made me throw up earlier, so I can’t imagine what the not-so-delicious sunshine beaming down on my sick-as-shit body would do to me. That lean pocket was delicious! My stomach thought not.

I haven’t posted in a while, have I? I actually have had a lot to say, too. I just have way too much going on, mostly in my head, to even think about sitting in front of the computer anymore. I’d usually rather lie in bed until I fall asleep to make thoughts pass quicker. It sounds sad, but this will pass. Everything always does. I know I’ve criticized the phrase because there are some things that definitely don’t apply, but I’m maybe going to adopt the “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” approach. Again, I’m being vague. I need to seriously consider trying meditation again.

I got a super-sunburn. It’s not so much super as SUPER-OUCH! The really sad part is how I did it on purpose. I didn’t expect it to lastvery long, though. My no-ad glitter junk hasn’t failed me until now. It used to make me burn for a total of 24 hours, then fade it right to a pretty golden tan. I’m going to get skin cancer so bad! On my belly! Showers, work, and sleeping on my belly have been made miserable thanks to one bad idea. Oh yeah, notice how my belly button hole is white. White! Insult to injury in it’s purest form.

I’m supposed to be on here starting my “School of Retail Selling” class. I got on, Vanni was online, so I decided to show him my sunburn. Then I started reading Lavish. Then i decided to post something here. Eventually I will get to it. I need to. Apparently, I’m a Hippo when it comes to retail selling. I want to be a lion or at the very least, an otter!

I ate Chinese yesterday (stupid) and my fortune cookie was awesome. I know it will be an important bit of advice sometime, so I’m keeping it in my wallet, right next to my identity.

Also, to someone who will never read this, I actually have to get my life straight too, you douche. Everyone does. You’re not special. Look, I kind of feel better. Kind of.

And to someone else, Why are you making yourself so inaccessible for this conversation that WILL happen one day? One day soon, too. Do you see it coming, or are you actually avoiding it on accident? Nope. this one didn’t make me feel a bit better.

I figured it out! Aside from the mutual decision to start actually saving money, my resolution is going to be to really take my camera everywhere and take pictures of more things this year. Just going through my photos for last year to come up with the year in photos made me realize I didn’t take shit for pictures. Last year was a little kooky, though.

I have a good feeling about 2008. I feel like at the end of this year I’ll be saying, “Hey, 2008 was a good year for us.” and I’ll be ready for 2009. But I’ll not get ahead of myself and just worry about this year for now. Yay, Happy New year!

Tiny Resolutions:

1) Draw/Paint/Make more. I’ve gotten into some kind of rut. Maybe because my hands are too damn cold for it. We must overcome obstacles.

2) I intend to come off as less of a bitch because of shyness. I can’t let that shit rule my life and first impressions forever. Valium, maybe, can help me with this? So would that make Valium my resolution?

3) I’ve already gotten myself addicted to morning coffee. Yes I did this on purpose. My theory, just from observation, was that the most productive people I know/see drink a lot of coffee in the morning. I was right on, too. I get up earlier. WAY earlier. I get more shit done. Faster. Don’t lecture me about the health issues. I know about them. Thanks.

I got those lips from DeviantArt a while back when I was making something. If it’s yours, please let me know and I’ll be glad to credit you and your lips. Thanks!

Today was the downtown Christmas Parade. Only Gary, Seth and I were going to go, but I talked to Tiffy online right before I was about to get off and dry my hair to leave. So I got to go kidnap her and bring her with us. Seth seemed to have more fun than he has at other parades. He used to just sit there and stare with a blank look on his face. This time he seemed at least slightly excited. It was crazy how many parade cups he got, though.

There weren’t as many floats as there have been before. Less marching bands, too. I could seriously watch marching bands for hours and hours and hours. I’ll attach some photos of the parade at the end of this post. That will include a band director in a tight silver costume dancing right along with the band’s dance team. Hilarious. He was definitely the star of the parade.

it was good to actually get to spend more than a few minutes with Tiffy, too. Over the past few years, I’ve seen her a couple of times, but I don’t ever get to stay around long. Since it was a parade and Seth was there, we didn’t really get to hang out much, but it was still nice. She lives nearby, too, so that’s even better. It’s good timing because I’ve been feeling really lonely lately outside of Gary and Seth.

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