Hmm... I don't really have any. =) I guess I'm just not that deep. Shallow as a stream. Materialistic as Paris Hilton. Dumb as a... Paris Hilton...
Just got back from a night on the town. 'Twas an interesting eveing. I always thought that I was the slut of the group, but one of my girlfriends proved me wrong and surpassed me. Good times. I had about four drinks and did NOT yak and I anticipate that I shall not be having a monstrous headache tomorrow, as I did last week. YAY! Must've been a mysterious red drink fluke. Who knows... I took extra care to take it easy tonight, especially because I knew I had an early hair appointment tomorrow. Yes, it's important to girls for them to be on time for their hair. ;)
I had an short, but interesting, coversation with one of the girls about society and convention. She wished to get a job, and when I asked why, she said it was because society wished her so. I told her to screw society, but she responded smartly by saying that to win, we had to play the game. I say, I should play by my own rules... but then what are my rules? I think even I have forgotton. These last few weeks (months?) have very much blurred everything I have considered to be my rules, so much so that I do not even know what they are anymore. It had always been my number one priority to make myself happy, to exist by my philosophies, to live up to my expectations... and yet, I think those 'rules' which have done so well for me in the past few years are no longer satisfactory. Rules have to change, right? Philosophies must grow, people must evolve. Have I evolved? Or have I forced myself to stand still because of my stubborness and adamant adherence to what I think is right?
I used to pride myself on my love of fun, my carefree personality and eternal cynically optimistic view of life. So what's change? Why the sudden blue and existential question of happiness and life?
Heh. Must be the alcohol. Good to be blissfully drunk again, and not yaking in a bowl. ;)