Reunion Tour @ MindSay

I'm at home in Florida with my roommate.  It's been really good to be home and see my family.  My sister and I hung out today which was really cool, it's nice that she's finally opening up to me (teenagers can be pretty hot and cold).  It's been good to see my mom, too, and hopefully my dad and I will get some quality time tonight.  We're leaving tomorrow in the afternoon sometime.

I'm really stressed about money.  I wish I could've gotten a job earlier in the semester.  At least I have one, but I won't be working winter break and I really hope I have enough cash to survive the holidays.  It'll be a ramen filled December for sure.

My parents want me to do the dishes.  g2g.

I missed yesterday.

After I get off of work tonight Pretty Eye's and I are going on a double date with some friends.  Tomorrow we're gonna watch some football and get my hair trimmed since I still have some damage left on there from my haircut this week.  Other than that I've got to finish up my paper and work on a math review.  When I get home it's gonna be time for laundry and other things that need to be done.

It kinda sucks that the reunion tour is over with.  It'd be nice if this became an annual event. 

After work yesterday, and after my car got an oil change, I laid in bed and decided to take a nap. I didn't plan on sleeping for too long, knowing that I have two poker tournaments to attend. But believe me, no matter how uncomfortable I feel about doing this, I kept the "Mindsay Blog Reunion Tour" in mind.

------------Wait, back up....

All throughout my workday, I felt alive. I felt great. I was having one of those days where I wish it would never end. Suddenly, I knew what to write about for the Mindsay Blog Reunion Tour. It was one of those days where it seems like things were all back in place, for as long as I put God first place. I was grateful for every second of it. I remember beginning my day with thanksgiving, and it trickled down all throughout the day.

Like I said, everything seems to be in place. I haven't had a sip of alcohol since Sunday, and I'd like to continue this for a while. This must be the result of it. However, I have had a great day all throughout the week, rain or shine. I've been sleeping a lot earlier than usual, my Angel has been doing the same, and we are finding out the results to be a lot heathier for the both of us.

While I was getting an oil change, these three girls sat next to me, while I was playing "Card Aces: Hold'em Poker" on my Palm Pre. I have this bad habit of muttering ugly comments when I lose a hand in poker. One of them overheard and responded "Pocket Jacks, only three ways to play them..." and out of instinct, I replied "...all of them are wrong! I know," Then she laughed, because we both knew that the quote is true.

We had a very short conversation until my car was ready and I had to go. I said "Ladies, have a good rest of the day..." The one I was talking to about Civics and Poker, out of instinct, said "Good night! I mean.. Have a good day..." All her friends laughed and I overheard one of them said "We're not in Holiday Inn!" I just smiled, said "Hmmm, Good morning..." as I winked and left. As I was leaving, I kept hearing one of them say "Go get his number... lol" Instead of waiting, I rushed out of there. Sorry ladies, not looking! :P

------------Ok, now we're back to the regular timeline....:

4:00pm Yesterday Afternoon: As I was laying down, I was trying my best to think of something to post. But in reality, I was thinking harder of what "not-to-post". Maybe I am trying to hard and maybe I am thinking too much. Then it happened...

7:00pm Yesterday Evening: ...I woke up. It's ok for me to miss the lame ass poker tournament at Smiley's Sports Bar. The one I really don't want to miss the one at Frank'n'Stein's Bar & Grill. BUT, I still didn't want to get up.

I went downstairs to smoke a cigarette. I feel the energy I had all day, but now I'm just being lazy. I went and checked my phone, and all I got were Twitter notifications from Tweed. I laid my head back down on my pillow, stretched and the next thing I know...

1:00am This Morning: ...what happened? Now I'm really awake. I had dreams, dreams where you would swear that they were real. In my dream, I was happy. I went around town, meeting friends and drinking without getting drunk at all. In my dream, I didn't even think about poker, or computers, or whatever. In my dream, I was still having a good day!

My phone must've been off-the-hook with phone calls, text messages, Twitter updates, emails, and whatever. I got phone calls from numbers I didn't even know about (yes, they were local: 832 and 281 numbers). One of them was an invitation from the poker night that I knew I missed this past 10pm. Damn. Luckily, I wasn't craving chicken strips. LOL

I prepared myself dinner: Rice and canned tuna. Then I worked on my computer for a bit, with the problems I've been having with TweetDeck (it's a Twitter desktop app), and still couldn't get it to work.

It was quiet around the house, and I didn't want to stay on the phone too long, so I decided: Maybe I should get back to my "to-do list" tomorrow instead. I went back to sleep at 4:00am and woke up at 8:00am. I knew I couldn't sleep any more than I already had.

This is probably one of those seasons of my life, where I hybernate most. I should take advantage of it.

The weirdest thing about it: I didn't take any sleeping pills throughout the night, like I normally would. This I gotta say, Today was a Good Day.

Boring huh?

I am exhausted. Being sick all week has taken so much out of me.  I don't even feel too sick anymore, I'm just extremely fatigued. Like I can't even tell you. I just have no energy.  I seriously cannot even think about all the work I need to get done that I've missed out on this week.  I can't even get my head around it. I managed to finish my 5 page paper for sexualities & society, but I haven't even started my 5-6 page gender analysis paper of Shrek.  I think that paper may even be fun and interesting, but I'm just so fucking tired. I also need to refresh my brain for my research methods exam  that I missed earlier in the week, and do some major studying for the stats test that I missed today. I need to do well on that test to keep a B in the class.  I'll feel like crap if I get a C in there =/.  I don't even know what all I misses in Spanish, but I also need to do whatever I have to in order to keep a B for that course. This is my final semester of Spanish, thank goodness. 

Registration for the spring semester is coming up soon as well.  Unfortunately I need to sign up for and get advising before I'm cleared to register, even though I pretty much know what I'm taking already.  After the end of this semester, I have three semesters left (assuming all goes according to plan) until I graduate with my BA.  It's getting closer...but three semesters is still a pretty long time.

The lease on the apartment Michael and I have been living in for the last year and a half is up at the end of this month, and we've decided to look for a cheaper place.  Next week we need to tour a couple of different complexes and then make a decision about where we'll be heading next.  I'm not looking forward to the actual move- moving is always a huge pain in the ass. I am looking forward to living in a new complex. I am so fed up with the management here, not to mention the fact that I now know we live in one of the most expensive complexes around.  We're definitely going to be finding something better- one of the places we're thinking about pays all utilities AND the rent is cheaper. Here, only our water is paid.  Anyway, it's going to be good. Just the actual packing and transporting and unpacking is going to blow.

A'ight fools, that's about it for now.  I'm sad that this reunion is coming to an end after tomorrow because I know a lot of old Mindsayers won't be sticking around. More on what I'll be doing once the Reunion Tour is over tomorrow...

 I am SO stressed out about moving. We have roughly a month to be out of here, and I dont know what to do anymore. I really dont. I hate to move, I hate all my belongings that need to be packed, and I hate my apartment that needs every surface scrubbed down.