Yeah, I Did It

So I always write about depressing stuff, and I feel like it's getting ridiculous. I know it's getting ridiculous. No matter what I write about or whatever spin I try to put on anything, it always comes out all emo and stuff.

I'm trying to change that. I'm trying hard.

And I don't ever have anything decent to write about. All anyone wants to hear about is how I'm doing, how the cutting is coming along, how high I'm getting, how drunk I'm getting, what kinds of girls and boys I like, how many pills I've taken recently.

Answers: I'm depressed, haven't cut in a while, only got high once, haven't had alcohol in a while, I like all kinds of people, and I haven't touched anything other than an ibuprofen since Last Tuesday (the hospital day, for those who don't know).

Oh yeah, and it's really surprising to me that so many people still don't know about that. I'll fill you Behind-on-the-times Bettys in right...NOW. Or not. Because that would mean talking about depressing stuff. Ok, long story short, I took me an entire bottle of some anti-depressants--575mg, or 23x the recommended dosage (dose? dosage?)--ON PURPOSE and had to go to the emergency room. Now I'm on suicide watch and am not allowed to take any kind of medication ever for a couple months. When I sprained my ankle, I cheated and took some Motrin for the pain. One a day for a week. That's it. No more overdoses.

But anyway, I'm super excited about heading back to my apartment this weekend. As soon as I get my refund check, I'm off to get another tattoo. I desperately need it. Well, that's what I tell myself.

And for those who want to know about what I did the other day: Yes, I really did do that. No, it's not what you think. And no, I'm not going to tell you what was in the envelope (unless your name starts with a B or a J or maybe a K, or if you have two middle names)

Weekend of Firsts

I'm still trying to figure out this blog thing (I'm a virgin), so bear with me while I royally screw up.

I had something specific I wanted to write about, but now I've forgotten what it was. Maybe it'll come to me....

...Oh yeah, now I remember. I was going to talk about my most awesome weekend with some really chill people. I'm so excited about this that I just can't share it enough! Really, though, it was awesome. You should have been there. It rocked the house.

Here's how it all went down:

My friend Brytni was all, "Hey, Kiara. Check out this band that'll be in Houston."
I was all, "Hells yeah!"
Long story short, she and I hopped in the van with the band, played us some N64 (oldschool) MarioKart, and drove our happy asses to H-Town(?).

These guys were all really cool. I had an awesome time. This was The Weekend Of Firsts:

My first beer pong tournament--I've played beer pong several times (it's usually the only time I drink), but I've never played in a tournament before. My teammate and I did pretty well, considering how messed up I was. I play better when I'm drunk, so our strategy was to get me drunk before we started playing, then let me drink all the cups while we play. It worked pretty well, I'd say. Except that I got super wasted and was cut off for the first time in my life (another first!).

My first live show--This one puts a little shame in my heart. My brother and my mom's boyfriend both have bands of their own (that they've been in for a few years), and I've never been to their shows. But Flawless Escape definitely got me excited, and it was a great experience.

My first trip to Houston--Yeah, I live in Texas. Yes, I've lived here since I was four. No, I'd never been to Houston before this weekend. Guess what? I've never been to Austin, either. Get over it.

My first time eating Greek food--Well, I don't know many Greeks, sooooo I don't really expect for this to surprise anyone. But the food was good. The place was called One's A Meal. I had some pepperoni pizza, tried some of Kurt's bread/toast/chips things, and had a bite of Brytni's grape leaf/meat/lemon sauce thing. It all tasted pretty swell.

My first time eating Indian food--One of the guys that hangs out with the band is Indian. Before he brought us back to College Station, he took us to the London Sizzler. My stomach was hurting, so I didn't eat much. I tried some bread stuff that was pretty good.

My first time on the radio--My lady friend has a radio show that she plays DJ for every week. When we got home, she took me to the station and we spun some cool tracks. You should check it out. The show is good, the music is good, and you can learn about giraffes. You really have no reason not to check it out.

Shameless plugs:
myspace.com/musicofderekcomley
myspace.com/satellitedown
myspace.com/flawlessescapeband
http://kanm.tamu.edu/showarchive/Sunday6-8p.mp3