There's Always Vodka

Unless I drank it all. In that case, we'll need some more.


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Damn you, internet doctors.

It’s 3:30 in the morning and I can’t sleep because every time I lay down I start coughing until it seems like I will choke to death. It isn’t fun. I’ve been sick for a month. Just when I started getting over the Flu, I caught something else. It’s so not fair.

Yesterday I made the mistake of going on WebMD to check my symptoms. Not a good idea. Apparently I have EVERYTHING from Pneumonia to cancer. Thanks a lot, fake internet doctor.

When I do manage to sleep a little, I have very vivid dreams and some nightmares. I call them fever dreams, because I always have them when I’m ill. I had one such nightmare yesterday. It was the kind that makes you bolt out of bed in a panic, gasping for breath. I can’t actually remember it now, like so many dreams, but I know it freaked me out. Funny enough, the only part of it I do remember is me looking in a mirror and seeing my hairstyle. It looked pretty good; I’ll have to remember to describe it to my hairstylist.

 

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Oh, Insomnia. You’re my oldest friend.

I haven’t slept more than four hours in the last few days. I would blame it on the stress of job searching, but it’s really much, much simpler than that. I’m addicted to World of Warcraft. At least I am this month.

My boyfriend bought me a month’s play time so that I could play with him. He knows it’s really the only game I like to play, and he likes when I play with him. He’s a hard-core gamer, so it’s nice for me that he enjoys such a simple game. I think what draws him to it is it’s beauty. The graphics are quite lovely, and the Art History major in him is giddy at the sight of all those colors and animation.

I just like it because it’s simple. You quest; you kill some monsters; you get paid. It also gives you the option of working at “professions”. You can choose to be a blacksmith, for example. You can make swords to kill the monsters, or armor to protect you from said monsters. You can choose to be a Herbalist, and make potions to heal yourself after those nasty monsters have knocked you on your ass for the umpteenth time. Those bastards.

The point is I should be sleeping. Instead, I am awake at 2:00 AM playing a game. I forced myself to take a break so that I could analyse this and put it into words. I’m sick. I think that’s it. It’s a sickness of my making. I warned my boyfriend that I get competitive and obsessed with winning. It’s his fault he didn’t listen.

I have a few different characters I play, but these two are currently my favorites.

Yes, I'm a panda. A kick-ass panda.

Yes, I’m a panda. A kick-ass panda.

and…

I made those goggles. She's totally bad-ass.

I made those goggles. She’s totally bad-ass.

As it is getting late, I am going to attempt to get some sleep. If that doesn’t happen, you can find me over on WoW.


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Golden Lush Awards

This past Sunday were the Golden Globes. My boyfriend and I try to watch all the movies nominated so that we can have informed opinions about all the nominees and the  subsequent winners. Honestly, we just like watching movies.

Anyway, when awards season comes around we always go through our ritual, and then party like we are actually there. This year I partied a little too hard. So the lessons I learned from this Sunday I will be applying on Oscar night.

They are as follows:

A) Do not try to keep up with BF – he is twice my size, therefore he can drink more.

B) Remember to pace myself. It’s not a race.

C) I do not need to take a drink every time someone says “surreal” during the red carpet pre-show. THEY ALL SAY “SURREAL”!

D) Drink lots of water!

I would like to wish myself good luck, because I will probably not remember any of these. See you after the Oscars!


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Not a real post or anything even close to a real post

This post from Super Miami Bro pretty much sums up Art Basel in Miami this past week.

You go to the art events expecting to see this…

She wouldn't stop staring at me.

She wouldn’t stop staring at me.

And you get this…

I actually dig her style.

I actually dig her style.

There really wasn’t much new this year at Art Miami. The same ‘ol galleries are still bringing the same ‘ol pieces they have been for years. Let’s hope next year is better.