September 2011
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“The fact is that “y’all” is pretty useful, as formal English doesn’t have a...”
– The Economist (via canineteeth
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See? Even The Economist is onboard with y’all. The rest of y’all just wish you were from the South.
(via thebrowncoat)
Lots of updates: Promising things, setbacks, and...
So it’s been a bit since I’ve posted. A lot has happened in terms of this not-drinking deal-y. I’m not really sure where to being.
I’ve drank more than just a few once since saying I was going to stop. It wasn’t a complete disaster. Last night I curled up with good beer, a blanket and the remaining episodes of Doctor Who for me to catch up on, and I had 5, got...
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And James suddenly has a moment.
And I think I know what bothers me the most here. I’m not drunk, so I’ve not completely betrayed my goal, but why I drank really does bother me.
It was entirely to become a different person. Not literally, I’d not lie about who I am, but to become confident enough to dance. To talk to strangers. To talk to people I know earnestly.
This is a big part of the whole...
Tonights episode, in which James turns out to be...
The writing tonight won’t be well done or through or anything. I just got home and I need sleep as I’m to wake up and go to the Skins game tomorrow.
However, tonight was a friend’s birthday party in a shitty Clerendon frat-dance-bar. I stood awkwardly with them in the corner while people danced all around. The girl who’s birthday it was happens to be a girl I mildly fancy,...
Band practice, or how James learned to not punch...
So, I was expecting band practice to be hard. It’s a time when we all grab a case or two and get down. There’s always beers and video games after. Normally a bar. Surprisingly, it wasn’t at all.
Practice was good. The set is ready, we’re sounding good. It was fun. Hanging out after was good. I didn’t mind them drinking, nor did I want to, which surprised me. Enter...
Tiny Progress.
So, I haven’t drank because I felt I needed to since Kalel died 5 years ago. It’s always been a want, which is different.
The need tends to come right around the point of drunk that I’m tired of reaching. The 8th, 9th, 10th beer of the night. Somewhere in there is the craving for one more before sleep. Which becomes one more, one more, one more.
It’s pretty hard to...
I'm getting too old for this shit.
So I’ve not been on here in a long while, but it strikes me that I have a blog of sorts. I’m going to use it.
I’m working on some things about myself that I’m not a fan of. I figured I’ll keep anyone who follows on me in this place some updates as I go.
Really, I’m going to cut back dramatically on my drinking, if not cut it out entirely. I enjoy it a lot,...