My Candle Burns at Both Ends

I think I realize why weekends were invented. And that is to say that I've realized no one should really be going out for more than 3 days in a row.That shit is exhausting. And now I have to cram the last 4 years into two suitcases and a carry on. :(  I can't say that I couldn't use a drink for this project.

I closed out my PRican bank account on Friday and I really almost started to cry. I mean, this is the real deal. I'M LEAVING PUERTO RICO IN 3 DAYSSSSSS!!!!

In happier news, this weekend (my last weekend!!!) shaped up to be something legendary. On Tuesday, I forgot that when drinking with a 230 pound male, you probably shouldn't try and go drink for drink with him... particularly if it involves tequila. Because if  you do, you will end up with double vision by 9pm and have to go home to pass out. WONDERFUL!

On Thursday morning I woke up with sand in my hair and in my ears and in my bed. Sometimes that happens. I also had a huge bruise on my knee from drunkenly chasing JC down the beach before I fell over....something. A piece of bamboo? A rock? A shell? Maybe. The air? More likely.

Friday. I ate and drank with some friends in the afternoon, and then went somewhere else and drank some more. And danced. Some more. Repeat until the wee hours of the AM. I also learned that Ron Barrilito gives my some wicked heartburn. So that's kinda a shame.

That being said, Saturday was not the greatest day for me, as I had the shakes and wanted the Earth to swallow me up and spit me back out when this hangover was over. Instead of going to Skapularo on Sat, which was an event I had been looking forward to for a week or so, I had probably my last date night w/ The Hwy before I leave and watched a movie and then read in bed and looked forward to waking up tomorrow (today!) and not feeling like a junkyard. I think it worked!

The only pic from that night appropriate for the Internet

Medalla: Where would i be w/o you? (at home in bed)

That happened.

"My candle burns at both ends
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends -
It gives a lovely light."

 - Edna St. Vincent Millay

Wish You Were Here

Seriously though, I do. I've been missing having friends who "know" you. As in, they know why I am pissed off or upset, and they know exactly that they did to piss me off. No questions or conversations needed. I'm a fan of a little thing called "communication through non-communication" when it comes to friends, I really am. They do something that really gets under your skins, so you give them the silent treatment for 30-45 minutes or so, until finally they say, "So...do you want to get a drink or something?" Then all is forgiven and right again in the world, and the unspoken knowledge that they will never do insert offense here again, because that really chaps your hide, is silently understood. Done and done.

How long does it take before friends can actually read your mind? I mean, damn, is a little ESP in friends too much to ask for? (I think not, I have science on my side thankyou:
http://www.livescience.com/health/050427_mind_readers.html ) Ahem. I rest my case.

I was talking to Huffster last night about it via text, and she was like, "how do people not know the Lauer stare?" She is right. I wear my emotions on my sleeve. And by sleeve, I mean FACE. Really, there is no hiding it when I am pissed and quite frankly I don't even try to anymore. Also, I've come to accept recently that I can be a little...intimidating. When I get "the stare", I can only imagine whoever is around me just hopes that walking on eggshells will make them invisible enough to get around me on their frantic escape out the door.

Meh. What can you do?

I've said it before, and I'll say it again: probably one of the worst things about moving around is that sometimes, no matter how many friends you make, you just feel like no one really "gets" you. Or, you get the suspicion that no one really cares enough to actually wants to listen to you when you feel all scared and/or weird about something in your life and need to talk to someone. And I can't stand it when people try and give you advice when you are really getting something off your chest. When someone tries to give me advice when I am spilling my guts to them, I take it as "here, do this and shut up now." Well thanks for listening. Asshole.

I dunno, I guess since humans are selfish beings, they sometimes forget to that other people have feelings, too. Or when they do remember, they just don't care. I want to try and eliminate these people from my life, or at the very least not let them get me down.