One of my biggest issues I have had so far is sleeping. When the night comes I can't seem to shut my brain off.
Normally if I drink; I will sleep very good.
It's easy to fall asleep after 5 beers, and roughly 3 shots of tequila, and/or Fireball.
But, that makes me a text book alcoholic, so naturally I keep it to only 2 to 3 times a week.
One is not an alcoholic, unless you mix vodka in your Fruity Pebbles...
By the way I wouldn't recommend it.
It doesn't taste good.
It was only one time.
Well tonight is not one of those nights that I drank because it is 2:13 in the morning, and I am wide awake.
I think I am low-key freaking out about this surgery next week.
I know, I know it has to happen.
And I know I am in pain all the time.
And I know this could be the solution to all my problems.
It has to be.
My mind is always traveling 600 miles a minute.
I enjoy a good company to help me forget.
But at night, I am alone in my own thoughts.
I have straightened my hair, showered, took a bath, shaved my legs (everyone is welcome for that), painted my nails, attempted to cuddle Lane who is still not about that life, and have made a playlist of my favorite songs from 7th grade.
I have ran out of activities to occupy my time.
At the moment I am listening to the song Me vs. Maradona vs. Elvis
I love this song, but the words will hit home if you are a female, approx. 20-29, who is single, or taken. But mostly single.
Take a listen; it's great.
Super messed up, but still a great song.
Anyways, I have been searching all night to turn my brain off.
I tried turning everything off such as my phone, Netflix, Pandora, and YouTube.
Yes, those were all on at the same time.
I drink to fall asleep, I obviously watch TV and listen to music at the same time.
The subtitles are on too.
Yes I am very good at multi-tasking.
The distractions work, sometimes.
But the sleeping is awful.
During the day is sluggish.
I still have to work, go to school, and go to the gym.
I wish I could go to the gym right now.
I have been watching one too many New Detective shows to leave my bedroom, let alone the house.
I ain't trying to be tooken.
Dang, Blogger was all types of pissed with me trying to write "tooken". It autocorrected it 5 times before, I had to force it to commit to me.
Story of my life.
Okay I know I have been joking a lot about being worried about having a boyfriend, or something like that. I am not worried about it in all honesty. I like where I am at. It's not complicated. It's fun. It's honest. I am all good.
Good things to come to those who out last the other guy at the bar.
I learned that from my folks.
My parent's story is the cutest thing in the world, and also hands down the biggest exception to the rule of relationships.
They might as well have met on Tinder and I might have believed that over this story, so obviously I have to tell it.
So one night at the Black Cat, (I am pretty sure that is the name of the bar; it doesn't exist anymore, so it's a bit disappointing) my dad was up there and for this story to work so was my mom.
Some random guy was buying my mom drinks, and luckily my dad was friends with the bartender, so he was giving to her for free.
Well the other bloke end up running out of funds, and left.
My dad and mom ended up hitting it off.
I am pretty sure the next day my dad left for spring break with 5 of my mom's sorority sisters.
This was in March.
Well my mom's roommate/best friend told her that my dad was not the commitment kind of guy, so not to expect too much.
So my mom never called him.
He always had to make the effort to see her.
In June, My dad kind of proposed to my mom.
Actually, he handed her a ring pamphlet asking her what she thought.
They joke to this day that the marriage isn't real because he never really asked.
They planned everything out and got married January 31st.
My dad immediately had to leave to go to his first assignment in Nebraska, and my mom had to finish her Masters Degree.
The first year they were married they saw each other 3 times, just the holidays.
They have been married for 29 years this year.
I don't know about you but that's the cutest love story ever. And man, do they love each other.
They my not always like each other, but they sure love each other.
You are welcome for that feel good story.
I am going to try to get some sleep. If I am not asleep by 3:30, then I may or may not have to just have to go start drinking Bloody Mary's early.
I swear I am not an alcohol.