So far, 2006 kicks so much ass! Great job, great girlfriend, great apartment, great friends and I even COOK now. FOOD, even. And it's edible.

I have to say that it's been a rigoddamndiculously long time since I've been this content and relaxed. Sure, there are moments where I'm stressed and all Flight Of The Bumblebee soundtrack, but lately those moments are few and far between.

I even decided to go back to school, which is HUGE for me. I was lazy for a while, too busy with nonsense, but that's over. I got my textbooks today and I have to say that although I'll be attending night school, I'm excited. True, it makes for a LONG day, but at least I'm back in the groove and doing what I came here to do. Finally.

I'm trying really hard to not sound all "Hey everybody, look at ME" so I hope I'm not coming across that way. It's just that after several really crappy years, where I felt I was just going one step forward and 17 steps back, I'm at a point where things are genuinely good, for lack of a more fitting term. And the more I think about it, the more I think that I deserve it. I spent the better part of the past two years in therapy (at one point, a straight month of all day group therary), got rid of the friends who niether benefited me nor I them (is that a grammatical nightmare?), got back into going to the gym on a regular basis, started eating healthy and focused on the things and people that brought out the best in me and it's been worth every single moment. At times, it sucked out loud but hell, it paid off like gangbusters.

Okay, the Dr. Phil Moment is now officially over. Give yourself a gold star for the day.

So some genius decided to remake "When A Stranger Calls" and I have to say that stuff like that scares the living hell right out of me. I don't mind the knife-wielding psycho bastard in a hockey mask running around slashing people up genre because I find stuff like that sort of funny. But you know what? When people fuck with the phone it totally freaks me out. It's just not right. This, from someone who spent the better part of her teenage years, and still on rare occasion, making prank phone calls. I'm hopeful it'll bomb at the box office so they'll stop advertising it on TV right before I go to bed.

And speaking of movies, I saw Brokeback Mountain over the weekend. 2 things: 1) Like most of you, I can't stop referring to it as BAREBACK Mountain and 2) it's not a wise idea, during a very intense scene, to tap your girlfriend on the arm, motion to the screen with your thumb and whisper "They're FUCKIN'" when you go see the movie. Trust me on that one.

Against my better judgement, I watched American Idol last night. Had I known that singing while jumping up & down like an asshole could get me on TV, I would've videotaped my summer of 2003. But then again, it's probably best that those instances are reserved for the few (unlucky) people who happened to be in my company at the time. And then I got to thinking, if I auditioned for AI, what song would I sing? It's a toss up between my rendition Barry White's "My First, My Last, My Everything" but sung at an octave that shatters wine glasses (well, SOMETHING broke them) or the movie Old School's version of "Total Eclipse of the Heart". As I type this, I'm reminded that there's video proof of me, Sundaygirl and our friend Jon singing our own rendition of that song at a bar. I think there's also footage of us singing a song by The Cure, recorded on the same night, the one where Robert Smith sings a lot about the days of the week. Good christ on a tricycle.

Is it just me, or does anyone else think that the cavemen on the Geico commercial are gay?

And to think just yesterday I thought about quitting Diaryland.

xo,
Swan

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