08 vs 09

This time last year, I was suffering from the worst bout of depression. I had an awful job, was dealing with a ton of unnecessary family drama (I’ll admit, most of it I created in my mind), was upset about turning 29, suffered from seasonal affective disorder and just couldn’t shake this feeling that my life was going nowhere. I couldn’t even enjoy the holidays. When I finally started seeing things clearly again, I promised myself that no matter what, I would not feel the same way again this year. There was no way I’d turn 30 with that state of mind. I remember telling myself, “I will slit my wrist if I am this depressed this time next year”.

I don’t know what happened this year to make me feel different than last, but I’m thankful for it. Maybe being laid off so many times caused me to develop thicker skin. Maybe going on an emotional roller coaster with a certain guy for half the year caused me to just stop caring. Or maybe two blue eyed nuggets (see below) have made it impossible for me to be anything but happy.

I have claimed the title of favorite aunt.

The issues I had a year ago with my family are more or less resolved. Things aren’t completely worked out with my mom, but I’m learning to care less about what she thinks.

My drinking has been scaled WAY WAY WAY back, and it actually concerns me because my ability to hang is diminished. Don’t applaud my efforts or anything. I don’t like it one bit. I was told by preggo Jools that I have to figure out what the deal is by the time her baby is born because she wants to be able to go out and party again. (I LOVE HER)

I’m officially going to be a student again come January. This is the one thing that keeps me awake at night. It’s scary starting school again. What if I get lost on my way to class? What if I’m in a class full of freshmen and I’m that old person? What if there’s some cute guy in my class but it turns out he’s 18??? I don’t want to be known as any sort of feline.

But who am I to talk? My dating practices haven’t been exactly kosher lately; I’ve been making some questionable (but oh-so-fun) decisions lately with a certain…asshole.

My new home is freaking awesome. Since I couldn’t move out of state, this was the next best thing. I LOVE IT.

My bedroom. It even has a fireplace and room for a stripper dance pole.

I have one really awesome roommate and one, well, dumbass roommate. No really, he put dish soap in the dishwasher which resulted in our kitchen being covered in foam. He was home one day (while my other roommate and I were at work) and realized our hot water wasn’t working but didn’t do anything about it. He FORGOT.  He’s in law school but told someone on the phone that he didn’t want to be a lawyer. We had a Halloween party at our house a few weeks ago and, after all the guests had arrived, he asked where he could get a costume from. I could go on…

So that’s my life right now. I’m forcing myself to wait one more week before I turn the house into a winter wonderland. And I finally figured out what I’m doing for my birthday, the big 3-0 (pub crawl in wigs and party dresses).

I also got an email last week about upcoming tryouts for the roller derby. I didn’t tryout in September like planned because I never found time to practice. Now? I’ve got plenty of time. Bring.it.on.

Maybe it’s true what they say: with age comes wisdom. Or perhaps reminding myself of how depressed I was last year has made me rethink things. Whatever it was, I’m thankful. The winter is looking brighter than ever.

Obsessed Much?

Today I had the unenjoyable task of putting all of my halloween costumes back in storage. And when I say storage, I mean crammed back into the Space Bag and shoved under my bed. While putting them away, I counted…

 

I have 14 costumes. 10 have been purchased in the past 13 months. The day I finally decide to become a stripper, I’ll have plenty of wardrobe options to choose from.

Hobo Advice

This evening, I visited my local CVS for some much needed cough medicine.   Outside the store, stood a hobo who held the door for me and asked if I had any spare change for a veternarian. And then asked if I liked animals.

When I exited the store, he again held the door for me, even though I previously told him I had no spare change. As I walked away, he shouted to me, “Be a good girl and avoid fast men.”

 

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Halloween x 4

I love Halloween, and this year I had not one, not two, not three, but FOUR opportunities to dress up. Naturally, I took pictures and share them with you now.

The first costume was last minute for a parade. I threw on some ugly clothes, sprayed myself with fake blood and went as a fashion victim.

 

I went as Malice in Wonderland at the party I hosted. Can I tell you how difficult it is to find a rabbit stuffed animal in October? Luckily, Goodwill had a few to choose from.

 

In order to not offend my church-going friends, I opted for a slightly more conservative 60’s Mod Girl costume for a party on Friday night. It at least covered my butt. I actually didn’t take a picture of my entire costume and the rain completely ruined the bob I was sporting, but you get the gist.

 

On Halloween night, I went as Amanda Grope, USDA Meat Inspector. I had rulers of various sizes and a clipboard with meat inspection reports. Underneath my costume was a corset that, had I been intoxicated (Shocker! I had 3 drinks all night!), I would have started showing people. I originally came up with the idea 2 years ago and wanted to get all of my friends involved as Bull Wranglers, Sausage Tasters and Package Handlers but they backed out.

 

I hope everyone had a safe and enjoyable Halloween. It’s Nablopomo and I’m gonna try really hard to start writing every day. I just have to learn how to write again.