I have just watched "The Brave Little Toaster" and "The Chipmunk Adventure" drinking a new Skyy blue "womanly beverage" as I so love to call them. "So...ah...what's with you and the blanket?" My friends and I decided that the brave little toaster is full of homoerotic undertones and strange literal refrences. We have all decided as well that the appliances are all on a bad acid trip. Especially the Blanket!
I had my first sip of alcohol in 3.2 months. I finished the skyy blue...looked around the room...and wanted to die. A sip of alcohol brings me back to that Munice, IN bathroom floor with Johnny Garrison whispering in my ear "now, what you need to do..." Those memories in my mind are the worst double edged sword in the book. I felt so safe with him...I almost didn't want to get better from the alcohol poisoning. But when I think about the act itself and what he did to me...it's just so strange.
After Johnny Garrison, i took the moral approach to life. No alcohol, no smoking, no men. And until two weeks ago, this worked quite well. I stopped drinking, i haven't looked at any men since (except Isaac but he's adorable so it's okay) and no smoking (but i stopped that anyway). I became the nun of Bard...turning away from the outside world and contemplating the inside.
I think I'm bouncing back though. A good sign to some, and a bad sign to others. Believe me, Indiana was a lesson i shall never forget. I believe it changed me for the better, i think at least...a more level headed and possibly paranoid (well that's not good) person.
That's why I'm saying the trip to PA will help. Hopefully something extrodinary is about to happen.
Otherwise I'm just here in Bardland: writing about my life like it's important, when, in reality...it really isn't.

Today is Jeff's birthday...and I got him the best present ever. He will love it so much...and it's only eight days till i go see him for those horribly fun 18 hours. I'm sure i'll leave Susquehanna with a clear mind.
Saturday I'm going into the city to meet my west point friend Jason. We are going to frolic and such, hopefully having a splendid time.
Weather.com just told me wednesday it's going to be 85 degrees. I dont' have any summer clothes. And our AC and heat have been broken in our room since Feb. so I dont know what's going to happen that wednesday. I'm a little worried.
Okay, i'll probably write more when I'm more pissed off and have done work.