An outline of the night: gym then whiskey party

I'm too drunk to make coherent thoughts, so I thought i'd paint the night for you in an outline.

This is a beer bottle around a drunk outline:




This is my outline of the night:

• I made it to the gym again
  
  • The Van Ness location is definitely bigger than the Montgomery location, but...stranger.
    
  • They don't refill the soap enough in the showers.
  • ---They make sure that if it's refilled that the water doesn't work.
  • I played this situation in my head where this bitch came up to me in the
    locker room and said "You're not in shape, why are you here" and then I
    punched her and said "Why the fuck do you think I'm here, bitch". And then I couldn't go to that gym anymore.
    
    
• I got invited to a "whiskey party"
  
  • Adhering to a diet is rough at said whiskey party, when there is pizza.
  • It's rough to spell "rough" when drunk from whiskey party
  • It is entirely possible to NOT drink whiskey at a whiskey party and stick to
    wine.
  • When you're the first to leave they make you take a shot of vodka anyway,
    making the situation more uncomfortable fun.
  • There were badass ice spheres. So many dirty jokes were made about "cold balls" or "frozen balls" or "exploding balls"..you get the picture.
    
• The Journey home.
  
  • I was surprised I made it back exclusively by foot and by public transit. No need for cab when you have the WILL.
  • While walking and drunk, I can still talk to my little sister, and she knows I'm drunk, and I know I'm drunk, and it's all okay.
• Home
  
  • My roommates are up, when the trash doesn't need to be taken out, unlike LAST NIGHT.
    
  • I walk into a clean bathroom, ecstatic, I go to hug my bathroommate, only to find out that this romanian chick he's been hanging out with cleaned it out of fear for deportion oh shit um boredom..the goodness of her heart
  • Blogger has a WYSIWYG editor, and I had no idea.
    
  • Also, firefox recognizes WYSIWYG as a word, but spellchecks "firefox"
    

emo cat.

since i got to go home early due to sickness & lack of voice. all i had to do all day was be emo. I really want this cat to be mine. Kinda reminds me of my sister's cat whom i've adopted. He's pretty emo, but he's blacker..like his soul.

A whole day without talking

Serious. Okay, so I probably uttered (painfully) about 5 sentences, max.

I've heard of a form of meditation where you don't talk to anyone for a whole day and see what that does to you, and unfortunately I woke up this morning without a choice.

I was hoping to wake up with at least the ability to speak, and when I was awoken by a phone call, I realized I couldn't even say "hello".

Freaked out considering that I have to work tomorrow, and that will be impossible without a voice, I made a conscious effort to not even try to talk today.

Here are some things I discovered about myself and others.

1. Since I don't know the real sign language, I made my own up. Here are some highlights:
- Devil Horns/Rock Hand = "Thank You"
- Middle finger = STFU/Stop teasing the fact that I can't talk/You suck.
- Hands together parallel to mouth- Done/Closed
- Salute = "will do"
- Self-Point = "I'm just like that"/"I agree"/"Give me some tea"
- Tapping of throat = "I can't answer your question, I'm mute right now"

2. People will totally talk themselves into a circle if you don't interrupt them with your own talking. Also, they think that you're bored/ignoring/mad if you don't respond, so I was definitely nodding my head alot.

3. Going to something like a ballet performance is prolly the best social thing you can do, since noone expects you to talk anyway.

4. I thought it was hilarious that these strangers sitting next to us think i'm "quiet" or "shy".

5. My friends are very helpful, like when they ask the waiter if they have honey for my tea for me. Or when they read my mind when I'm thinking "please don't touch my food..you didn't wash your hands".

6. You don't need to talk to dance. Although, I did miss my voice a lot when a song came on the radio that I wanted to belt out...

7. Getting someone else's blackberry to type my thoughts and frustrations out is a fast an efficient way to have a conversation. Writing a "IM" on a piece of paper is anything but instant.

8. My facial expressions are still pretty funny, and apparently I can get a lot across that way.

9. When my friends are talking about vibrators at a coffee shop, my facial expressions are even funnier, since I can't comment.

10. You can't put your foot in your own mouth if you can't talk!


So anyway, yeah freaked out about work, I've drank a lot of tea/hot water..and I'm hoping/praying/going to sacrifice a little cute animal that I can speak when I wake up tomorrow...

I have "lost" my voice again

Well not *lost* 'cause that would be devastating, seeing as it's my money maker.

No, I've actually experienced extreme vocal fatigue.

After googling extensively, apparently it happens to a lot of people who's job it is to talk..i.e. me.

Although this action-packed weekend hasn't helped much.

So i guess it's time to bring out the violin, 'cause it's because I'm having so much fun that my voice is "gone". I'm gonna go back to Thursday to explain..

Thursday day- talk for a living.
Thursday night- Boys Like Girls concert, jumping around and screaming for 2 hours.

Friday day- already feeling the onset of it, but still had to talk for a living.
Friday night- Berna's bday party, loud bar, yelling to have people hear me
Friday late night- Premiere of The Dark Night @ Kabuki, pre-bar talks, "whoo hooing" every now and then during actual movie.

Saturday morning- Went to Santa Cruz (definitely more about this momentous occasion later), rode roller coaster, screamed the entire time, tried to hold it inside, but couldn't...so my voice was essentially gone at this point.
Saturday day- Walking around santa cruz, talking, laughing...no tea places on the boardwalk.
Saturday night- finally get some tea...thanks roomie.
Saturday late night- Goth Swing Dance birthday party, had to explain several times that I lost my voice, I'm sure that killed it.

Sunday extreme early morning- drinking tea again...

I'm just going to learn sign language tonight so I can communicate with people tomorrow at a concert i'm going to >.<

Oh man. Let me tell you how much of a relief it is to be communicating through my keyboard right now...