Heart Beats, Hard Beats, Heart Fulfilled

Wow wow wow. Last night was killer. So much fun. Met so many new people. Made some friends. Got some free beers. Played cupid to some new found friends of mine. Did stand up comedy. Found out I LOVE Long Island Ice Teas. Oh, and Sex On The Beach. Also delicious. Was gifted a four dollar ugly winter hat by a boy named Matt because it looked better on me and I made sure Ashley went home with him. Got me and the housemates free passes to our local gym, because yes!, I am that amazing. Hugged a drunk brunette girl. Flirted with a hot blonde boy. And sat on Santa's lap. Was tour guide to the restrooms, and made sure everyone had a ride home. Had a conversation with a boy from Alabama, who bought me a beer because I'm the coolest non-gay-gay he has ever met. Did the catwalk down the bar with Nico. Recognized a bar back who use to be a dancer, who use to hit on me while we was dancing. Slid down the street like a penguin. Ran through snowbanks like an idiot. Helped a boy beatbox because I can lay a sick beat. Did you know I could do that? I didn't know I could do that. I'm full of hard beats. Pretended to be a doorman outside one of the bars I was at. Got a zillion hugs. And plenty of drunken heart to drunken heart conversations. I heart my housemates. I heart all my new found friends. I heart this city. And I heart my life.

Oh, and the thirteen hour work day wasn't nearly as bad as predicted. Totally made it through.

I know I don't really do color photos, but you have to appreciate the awesomeness of this ugly hat. For reals.

A Brief Moment

There is one thing to be said for being tired all the time: you're uninhibited. You say things you wouldn't have said had you got enough sleep. You take action in ways you wouldn't if you had the rational thinking rest provides. And you wouldn't be bold enough to talk to people who otherwise would have intimidated the shit out of you. Being exhausted can be freeing. The brief moments where I was once unafraid of repercussion when I was fully rested, now happen all the time. My brain is too tired to filter what I'm doing. It's two thirty am, I have to be out the door at seven. When I crawl out of bed I will have a thirteen hour day to look forward to. But hey, what do I care? I don't even get a moments pause to think about it all. If things start going bad, I'll just lean over and make a new friend. I'm learning that it's not that hard. Apparently all you have to be is tired.