"When a whole room erupts in a volcano of feeling, you know you’ve won." –Wynton Marsalis, in answer to Stephen Colbert’s question, “How do you know you’ve won at jazz?”

So Stephen Colbert was playing his typical asshole character on the show. I love him for it. But Wynton Marsalis' answer brought me to tears. It is the truth.

I started to make a journal post the other morning. It was something deep about waiting for my waffles to finish toasting. But I had to run out the door, because I lost track of time, and never posted it. How sad.

I'm heading up things for the basketball cheerleading season. Pressure, anyone? I'm nervous, yeah, but pretty excited at the same time. I've learned a lot during football season, and I think I'm ready for this challenge. It's a lot of work though, especially with tryouts and elegibility and physicals and transportation to games... Gah. I'm looking forward to the actual coaching part. Just not so much all the paperwork mess. My social life is going to disappear... games three nights a week when the season starts, plus practices and my chorus rehearsals at the elementary school every week. But I thrive on this kind of thing. I may bitch and moan, but I love it.

When I was in college, I would spend a good month or two each semester wrapped up in opera rehearsals. My boyfriend at the time would get so pissed at me, because 1) I never had time to see him, 2) I was always so tired when i did see him, and 3) I complained about it occasionally. But honestly, I would have been so miserable and bored if I hadn't been involved with the opera program. My last semester on campus, I wasn't involved, and I missed it so much. This cheerleading and all is much the same, only I'm in charge this time. Schweet.

A bottle of wine will do that to me.

I was editing my profile earlier when my internet blinked and lost everything I has just typed. I was pretty pissed, to be honest.

And I'm still waiting. Patiently, I think.

And that's my drunken post for the evening.

*curtsy*

I got bored last night and went out driving. I ran across this "Second Saturdays" community event downtown, and stopped to check it out. Boy, am I glad I did! There was band playing, and I ran into a girl I know from the nail salon, and she introduced me to all these folks and invited me to a party they were having later. So I ended up staying out till 5am with these folks, just drinking and making music and having fun! I got pretty drunk. Not sloppy drunk, and I spaced my drinking out over the time pretty well, but I was feeling damn good. I met this one dude who is pretty cool. He gave me a ride home and is currently asleep on my sofa.

Oh, and I learned that I look like Sarah Palin to drunk people. Holy shit.

And even better, these folks aren't all super conservative. They actually like Obama!

I took the Scrubs personality test today.... turned out I'm like Dr. Cox! I'm not sure if that's suprising or now. I was hoping for Jordan, she's my hero, but Perry is pretty awesome, too.

I have a new cat, he's lying on the back of the sofa, sleeping. The other cat is in his bed under the end table.

I really have very little to say. At least, little of any interest.

But I need feel like I needed to comment on the Scrubs test. It rocked.

Sometimes, you just don't want to look at someone. Like right now. I'm mad as hell. Partly at myself, but mostly at some ASSHOLE guy who once again who has taken advantage of my trusting nature and friendship. I really tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, but I'm done. He can kiss my ass.

That being said, I just got back home from visiting my folks. I have no groceries in the house, I've got to run out and buy some of those.

I made my political post, now here's my personal one.

It's ridiculous, you know. Completely insane. But nevertheless, he's ruining my life. My chances for happiness. And to be honest, he is making no effort to do so, and may not even know he's doing it. And to be even more honest, I'm happy that he is, for some odd reason. But it's as if he's stopping me from pursing any other route to happiness.

Wait. Maybe it's me standing in my own way. Insert a bitter laugh here. It's funny how we're our own worst enemy, yet it's so easy to throw the blame elsewhere.

At least I know I'm full of bullshit. That may be my only saving grace these days.

So I've been watching the Democratic National Convention. It's been pretty awesome so far. The major speakers (Hillary Clinton, Joe Biden) have all be on later than I've been staying up, so I've had to catch them on YouTube the next day. But I really want to stay up to watch Barack Obama's acceptance speech. I put my "Obama '08" sticker on my car today. I kept putting it off, worried about what people will say. I don't know too many folks down here who are supporting Obama. But I finally said, you know what? I believe in Obama and his message and stance on the issues, and I'm not going to let anyone let me feel stupid for it. I don't have a problem with those who don't share my political beliefs, but I won't be afraid of them, either. My mother dislikes Obama because of his stance on abortion and gay marriage. Well, okay. I don't like abortion, but I'm not going to tell someone else what to do with their body. That's a moral and religious issue, and it's personal. Same with gay marriage. I'm a Christian, but I've found nothing in the Bible about FORCING Christianity on others. Spreading the Word, yes, but not forcing it on someone else.

Why does Denver have to be 3 hours behind me? I don't know if I can stay awake until 10! (Sounds pathetic, but I'm tired!)

Yes to vodka.

This danged tropical storm is screwing up my weekend. It's all wet and windy and I don't like going out in this weather.

I did go out this morning to get a pedicure and run to the library. I needed some new reads. I've never read any Anne Rice, but since I'm on this vampire kick what with the Twilight series and all, I checked out "Vittorio the Vampire." It appealled to me the most, since he's Italian and all. The books about the vampires in Louisiana and all don't seem as interesting, but I'm sure I'll get to them.

I adore my lime green toenails.

I've been getting back into the whole Star Wars novels scene. I read the first book in the Legacy of the Force series and loved it, so I'm waiting for the second to come in at the local bookstore. While waiting, I read the first book in the Dark Nest Trilogy, and was very frustrated to learn that the local bookstore doesn't have it, either. I'm thinking about going to Valdosta one afternoon this week and finding a bigger bookstore. And meeting Topher, of course. And having sushi for dinner.

I'm watching Red Dragon now. It's a killer movie.

I'm angry at myself again. Oops.

Just got in from spending the weekend with my parents. Thank gawd that's over.

I shouldn't be angry at myself, or at least I don't think I should be. I should be angry with someone else, but I just can't be mad at him. I don't even stay irritated with him for more than a couple minutes. (And I was irritated with him earlier tonight. But I was over it way too quickly.) I think that the fact that I'm not angry at him is why I'm angry at myself. If that makes sense.

See-rash. (That's my way of saying 'crash'. I'm going to sleep.)