I like this feeling

It's odd how much one random song can inspire so much in a person. I love music, but I don't feel it's my life like others do. I like a variety of types of music, mostly pop dance music that's so popular right now. Once in awhile I will hear a song and feel the sudden urge to write something. I will listen to the song over and over as the story slowly develops in my mind. It's like I'm writing something for that song, like how writers will create a character for a certain actress. Eventually I begin writing notes about it everywhere, on napkins, notebook covers or my hands. I always run the idea by Eric to see what he thinks. He always tells me it sounds like a great story idea, even when I can barely explain it. Then, if I have no homework, I begin to write it.
Eric and I recently downloaded Psycho Killer by The Talking Heads. It's from the 60s or 70s and is a great song. We originally heard it in an episode of The Simpsons. That song made me want to write a short about a woman fighter out to find her sister who is recovering from amnesia, but it's not all kittens and kisses. I love movies where women are strong, beautiful and can kick ass. Like in Kill Bill or Death Proof; both are Tarantino flicks. So, I started to write and hopefully we can film it one day. Also, being in a film class really helps.

Rosie red cheeks.

I'm a little embarrassed about the things I do while drinking. I'm not some alcoholic who drinks to get drunk everyday. I don't plan on that ever happening. However, when I  do down an entire pint of Ketel One mixed with sugar free Red Bull, plus this amazing alcohol infused whip cream, my memories become fuzzy.
Brenda's 30th birthday celebration was this past Saturday and it was a blast! We partied late into the night. I drank myself silly, but successfully made it through the night without feeling sick. No hangover either! I was feelin' fine the whole night. Keep in mind, I barely ever blackout. It's not like a goal of mine to drink so much I can't remember where that puppy came from the next morning. Anyway, I guess there was some hugging of people who are not exactly comfortable with touching others.Oops! I remember pretending to hug this person, but never really wrapping my arms around them. Eric distinctly remembers me full-on hugging this person. I do not, nor do I want to believe I did. So embarrassing! That's the only part of the night I cannot fully remember.
I plan on having another vodka filled night this coming Friday for Brenda's actual birthday. I can't say I won't black out again, but will hopefully be able to control myself better. If the worst thing I do is give out free hugs, why not continue having a great time? I'm young, do my school work and I do not drink and drive.