New years day. I'm pooped and it is not a hang-over. I am happy to say that my new year's eve was a lot of fun and without excessive binge drinking. As a result - I am hangover free. I am pretty tired. So tired, that I am skipping a family party. I did manage to go see The Life Aquatic (slow first half but gets pretty funny. Wes Anderson is heavy handed with his style in this one and it kinda makes the movie wooden. I did like all the David Bowie songs translated into Portuguese and performed by that Brazilian guy. Also, little Wes may have had a troubled relationship with his father. These are issues that he seems to wear on his sleeve in this movie and The Royal Tannenbaums). Anyway, my sister just called and tried to make me feel guilty about not going today. Really, I am impervious to guilt. It is a useless emotion. Guilt allows people to continue to act like jerks but still feel good about themselves because they feel bad about being a jerk, so they can say that they are not really jerks even if they always act like one when really, they are just jerks, but I digress. Also, it is pretty obvious that she is pissed because she had to go.
So my new year's resolution: To do the exact opposite of what is expected of me at key moments.
I have been taking a lot of ribbing on this one. People keep saying things like: "I don't expect you to give me a million dollars." genius. My roommate wants concrete examples. However, I don't really have any. What I mean is that when I am called to react to something or make a decision, I will think about what I always do and do something different. Let's see what happens, shall we. Probably nothing will happen.
As an extensive relaxation plan, tonight I will watch Elephant with my roommate and also do a full-on face wash, scrub and cleansing clay mask. Time to relax.
I don't get it. I spent all evening tired and all I wanted to do was get to bed. After CSI I tried to sleep but no luck. Now I am awake - WIDE awake. Perhaps it is because I am hung-over, my body chemistry is all out of whack. Last night I went to this ridiculous party where I got very drunk. Thankfully, my friend VK has the patience of a martyr and stayed with me until the end enduring my inane ramblings and scattered brain. How does he put up with that?
Today I broke one of my holiday hangover rules. I went to the Dufferin Mall. I immediately felt sick to my stomach and broke out in a cold sweat. Then I started to shake a little. I call this Mall Repulsion Syndrome or MRS for short. I generally get MRS when at The Eaton Centre and Yorkdale. MRS reaches it's extreme form in two cases. One, if I am hung-over; and two, if the mall I am in is the Pickering Town Centre. Thank goodness I am never hung-over at the Pickering Town Centre, I'd have to be hospitalized.