Weekend Update and the Nature of Happiness (and fuck you, Chicken Little)

[40cakes]

Okay kids, 320 entries back and I only made it to Saturday morning. If anyone died, broke up, got married, fucked, made perfect poundcake, cured cancer, released a new album, got engaged to a furry, wrote essays about how fictional twins screwing each other is creator intent, or otherwise had a bitchin' disco time, give me a head's up, kthx?

There was lots of sleeping this weekend. Normally that isn't good, but I've been so stressed and busy and out all week that it's good to just lie back and drool all over myself and someone else. This was like a return to college studentdom weekend, as we slept till 2, ate bad food at innapropriate times, watched cartoons and anime and Japanese horror movies, played video games, and hung out at Rutgers. Dude, fucking huge dorm rooms. What the fuck.


Spent some time idly wondering if my life would be different if I had gone to Rutgers over Rowan. I doubt the former would've given me full tuition if I had applied, and that was my main reason for going to Rowan. At Rowan I met Susan, who was the reason I met rob and the reason I got into RTF. If I had gone to Rutgers, would I be some miserable psych grad student right now? Still in debt over my head? Would I have met some fine upstanding Christian male who also rejected premarital sex, but blowjobs don't count? Would I be married? With CHILDREN? Would I still be a small-town closed-minded bint? Pondering, pondering.

It's less of a wistful pondering and more of curiousity. I'm pretty damn happy at this point in time, and that's good. My job is lovely, my boyfriend is splendid, I live with jaina, I've got a Netflix sub, life is beautiful. But am I happy due to my circumstances, or because I choose to be happy? I think we are constantly provided with choices in life, and I choose happiness when the option is offered. I know it seems naive to be an eternal optimist, and to try to find the good things in everything, and to find guilty pleasures in things I know are crap. So call me naive. I can guarantee you'll do so with a smile on my face.

Also, I'm wearing bright orange nail polish, and if you're gonna wear that, you have to wear it with attitude, seriously.

Comments

[fadingembers.livejournal.com]

A zombie would explain your bleeding heart, you filthy liberal!

Uh, I mean, yay for Irenak! I did see your catch-up post you made just now, after all :)

[irenak.livejournal.com]

A zombie would explain your bleeding heart, you filthy liberal!

You wouldn't believe the dry-cleaning bills for the stains.