I'll Start With a Little Rambling, End With a Not x365

Hi folks,

After last week's festivities, (the election, the situation with my hockey league, Boy having Irish friends in town, the election, and drinking every night in celebration of all of these things, like the election), I haven't felt much like blogging. I already fucked up on NaBloPoMo, and though I can do it again next month, I can't win the fancy prizes donated by friends of mine like Uncouth Heathen. But it was more about the discipline than the prizes. I mean Uncouth Heathen had some sort of surgery, and she was still able to do it.

BUT. Next month. I have faith.

Also: I don't know what this means in my life, but I've been having gross dreams about brain damaged test monkeys and dead pigeons.

I went to hot yoga this morning, which felt great, but after a few too many days of not doing it...that shit is hard.

Anyway, here's another one.

#8: I drove to Ozzfest with you, in a car with you and #4, and one other girl. At one point of the long long car trip, a bug fell out of your dreads. I always thought you were cute, but my friend thought you were a stupid little boy (you're only five years younger than me). You were also a little dirty, hence the bug. We drank a lot of red bulls in that car, and the concert itself was the drunkest I've ever been in my entire life. Did I want to go to Ozzfest? Probably. Tommy Lee was probably there. But I couldn't tell you one thing that happened that day, except for this: there was a guy there who would pay people to kick a soccer ball at his head really hard. You kicked that ball. You missed his head by a long shot.

Stupid Clocks

So today, technically, I didn't blog (11/6). But I did. It's only late for me right now, and I didn't suppose (stupidly), this would count for Friday.

But.

I am not upset. I love this week, and don't for a second regret all the wonderful victories I've won.

XOXO

Wow.

Wow.

Thanks, everyone. I have nothing to say. Will I not be able to be cynical anymore?
This is incredible.

Needing Some Distraction (Not x365)

To get my mind off of the election right now, I'm going to do a little meaningless posting.

Here's a little Not x365

#7: Once we were supposed to live together, and I'm sorry we didn't. Wait. Shit. I've just come to the embarrassing realization that there are two people that I could say that to. So: I've known you since the womb. Once we were supposed to live together, and I'm sorry we didn't. That was my fault, but I was a dumbass back then. You are one of the funniest people I know, and my life is a lot better for knowing you and your family. Well, most of your family. Here's to you:

I miss us when we were younger, sometimes.

Several Posts Today

I will post a real post later, but on the off chance that you need this to remind you:
GO VOTE.

Yesterday, Tomorrow, Wednesday

"Take your pants off, and make it happen."*

Yesterday: ice hockey was actually really great. Yes, I sucked. Yes, I sulked. Yes, I felt like a jackass for a while. But after a while, I realized that I was using more energy pretending I was annoyed than playing hockey, and I really got into it.

I'm sore as a mofo today, though. The back of my love handles hurt.

Tomorrow: Yikes. Hope all goes well. Very nervous. Obviously, go vote. Very nervous.

Wednesday: I have a meeting regarding an unpleasant issue in my hockey league. Also yikes, and if things don't go my way on Tuesday, I'll be way more pissed if things don't go my way on Wednesday.

I'm going to try to decompress tonight.

*I once knew someone who thought this was a line in the song "Flashdance."

Why Do I Do These Things?

I'm about to leave to play ice hockey in Central Park for the very first time. I've never played before, and I have to admit, I'm being a bit whiny about it. It starts late, and it's done even later. But the real reason I'm being a brat is that I'll probably suck at it. If I was about to go embark on a project that I knew I'd be at least competent at, it'd be a little less daunting.

So as of now, I'm whining to Boy. I'll post more when I get back, but it may be after 12 midnight and therefore I won't get it in by November 2nd, and I'd be disqualified from NaBloPoMo on day two.

Later, more.