einglaswein

Mmm, so, i like being healthy after a week of sick. Everything i take for granted is all of a sudden a big deal.
a) sleeping w/out waking up due to choking (fer real, happened 3 times the other night, my throat just closed up and i couldn't breathe?)
b) er, an appetite. i feel like i look like a cancer kid. 'specially with my propensity to bruise very easily. My hip bones could be weapons right now, and that is an incredible phenomenon. Im fucking cuban, and perpetually on the more 'voluptuous' side. If my boobs went away, people could seriously call me skinny right now. But my boobs will never leave, so, nevermind.
c) muthafuckin drinking. Goodness, i'm in college, i'm a lush (duh) being sober for 5 consecutive days was so weird.
I played bartender Thursday night. and by 'play', i mean, i got hired to be deliverygirl/waitress/barback-tender for a night. It was fun. I got free shots (very welcome after the aforementioned sobriety kick), asked out on 3 dates (ew) and made some decent dollars in tips.

Yea, so, tonight was interesting.....nvrmind.

I have to be at the airport in 2 hours, and since my bedtime has been 6am-noon lately, i decided i should just sleep on the plane.
Not with snakes. i vote that there be no snakes on my plane.which leaves at 6:20.am. arg.

There is a sexy man napping in my bed, and i'd like to pounce on him, but i understand the desire for sleep all too well, so i will practice a rare form of willpower/selfcontrol.

Thanks to everyone who looked at my art-ness, (let alone actually buy anything- goodness, thanks for saving my fuckin life, ie, i actually got to buy a REAL meal yesterday! and it feels so nice to have friends own my art instead of some random douchebag. ).
stuff is still for sale, but the positive feedback was worth way more than any kind of money, because i've kept my art (besides for the gore stuff) a secret for a good chunk of time after way too many degrading critiques..,.(yes, it's sort of possible to do that whilst enrolled in art school. art school has ruined me, most probably.......Thank you,Elite private, world-renowned art school, , 'specially for putting me thousands of dollars in debt, via student loans. growl..) and now i have a little flutter of semi-confidence again.

I'll be very non-internet while i'm chillin with my mom in Cali for the next 2 weeks, but i'll still check my email and messages and stuff. BTW, i've always had AOL, but am about to...not have aol....what's the best free email service? yahoo/hotmail, blabla? lemme know, pleaseplease.

,,,,this is maybe the song of the day:
Ani Difranco-Love is like Falling
you give me that look that's like laughing
with liquid in your mouth
like you're choosing between choking
and spitting it all out
like you're trying to fight gravity
on a planet that insists
that love is like falling
and falling is like this

feels like reckless driving when we're talking
it's fun while it lasts, and it's faster than walking
but no one's going to sympathize when we crash
they'll say "you hit what you head for, you get what you ask"
and we'll say we didn't know, we didn't even try
one minute there was road beneath us, the next just sky

i'm sorry i can't help you, i cannot keep you safe
i'm sorry i can't help myself, so don't look at me that way
we can't fight gravity on a planet that insists
that love is like falling
and falling is like this.