Already?

I can't believe it's already February 1, 2010. For some reason it feels weird that it's already this date. I don't know where January went. Complete honesty here, I didn't finish all my monthly activities for January. I'm giving myself a slight break though because I didn't start my list 'til past the halfway mark. They will all be completed starting this month and every month following.

I went to Gasparilla for the first time ever this past weekend. Gasparilla is like Mardi Gras with pirates for Tampa, Florida in case you weren't aware or had never heard of the event.

I had a nice time. Got a pretty good bead haul for a first timer too, at least I think so. I even enjoyed walking two miles through the drizzle. Well, enjoyed might not be the most operative word here but I definitely did not hate it. I most assuredly will be attending again next year, but I won't be able to in 2012. I fully intended on having lots of photo documentation, but I forgot to put my memory card back in my camera before leaving for the weekend. I know, I know -fail. After the parade we tried to wait for a cab because one of my friends didn't want to walk back to the car. We waited for forever in total vain. We did however see a drunken fight because these one people wouldn't let anyone try to help their ''cousin'' who was virtually unconscious from drinking WAY too much. It was crazy. Also there were people partying on roofs, an extremely fat guy with more rolls than me trying to pick me up by taking his shirt off, and a gourmet cupcake stand. If he really wanted me he should have bought me a cupcake!
After the parade we went back to Rachel's sister's apartment and took naps and showered and got ready to go out for the night. Side note- I might be the lightest lightweight around. We went to The Orpheum in Ybor. It was fantastic, I had a fabulous time. I literally danced the entire time we were there. We all found out that I am only attracted to and attract gay guys on the dance floor. I'm perfectly at peace with this knowledge, I really should integrate more gay guys into my life. They are so much fun. Walking back to the car, my friends and I had one of the greatest pick-up lines ever used on us - ''Daaayummm, Sarah Jessica Paahkuh an all y'all.'' It was a good line used by the wrong kinda guy, such a shame. My friend Erin is a black guy magnet. We can NEVER go out without at least two trying to hit on her. I experienced trying to be picked up by a black guy for the first time. I say try, cause well, he failed. He didn't even have a line for me he just grabbed my hand and tried to pull me close. No thanks. I probably should try to be better about that, giving people more of a chance and what not. I'll try harder next time to not automatically turn anyone who hits on me down. During the hour it took us to get outta Ybor, my friends discovered how shallow I am. It's not that I'm that shallow because once I get to know someone's personality I like them for that, but I won't look at a guy twice if he doesn't look good in the first place. And, it's only really the face, the body could be like a four or five if the face is at least an eight. But the clothes always have to be a 10, there's no getting around that. Slim jeans, tight v-neck shirts and maybe a vest or a cute hat. Maybe that's why all my friends think I only like gay guys..... I just like the rocker/indie vibe. I don't do the whole baggy thing, and I definitely can't stand when a guy wears his pants around his knees. It just seems a bit presumptuous to me. And I can't stand when someone wears one of those ridiculous baseball caps with the sticker still on it. It's the one thing that aggravates me to the point of becoming a complete ice-queen towards someone.
So all in all I had a splendid weekend -besides sleeping next to a freight train. I didn't really enjoy that part at all.

I have 508 days left before Australia. I know that everyone is probably getting really tired of hearing about it, but I can't help it. I'm just so excited. Now there are some nerves starting to kick in, but that'll be okay. Everyone gets a little bit nervous before taking a big plunge. I also need to get serious about the murder of Maggie again- I gained back all the weight I lost. The way it works with me is I'll get really serious about losing it and I'll lose some but then as soon as I see a little bit of the results I ease up again, and then gain it all back and have to start all over again. It's really annoying. If I wouldn't go completely crazy, I would tell someone to lock me up in a dark room for like three months and feed me only lettuce and water three times a day and Maggie would become ancient history. But I definitely would completely lose my mind, so no such luck.