Post the Forty-First: Gigglegigglegiggle

Concert was yesterday. I've already given you all a detailed rundown. It was kind of amazing and whenever I'm bored or sad I think of another funny moment and just start laughing again. It was pretty much 4 hours of awesomeness. It honestly felt like a dream... Like, I have trouble believing it actually happened... Some parts kind of read like fanfiction... BUT MOVING ON.

Okay, tell me your opinion on this: Do you think it's a good thing or a bad thing if a song lyric that made sense to you 8 years ago (for me, when I was 11) still makes PERFECT SENSE now? Like, in relation to my life. If it's a love song. Frick. ><;;
Michelle Branch was one of the first musicians I got very obsessed with and I still enjoy her music today. But like... yeah... I was thinking about things and stuff and a lyric popped into my head that fit the situation PERFECTLY. Googled it. Oh. It's a Michelle Branch. *HEADFUCKINGDESK*
I don't know why this bothers me so much. I guess it makes me feel like I haven't grown much emotionally, which kind of freaking sucks.
On the plus side, it's a lyric that I never really identified with. But still. Jeez.

Reading Break is almost over, which bums me out... especially since I've got to work all day tomorrow and there's like a sea of midterms looming on the horizon... Sighhh. Goodbye happiness...

Oh well. I'll just listen to LOTS and LOTS of Darren Criss.
(...Listening to some right now but that's pure coincidence.)

I'm becoming a less inhibited person. I know I've mentioned this before, but... yeah... just noticing it more and more. Nothing too groundbreaking, just basically plucking up the courage to do more and more things... freaking out my friends and family in the process...

Speaking of inhibitions, after thinking about it for a bit today, I think I've realized why I, at this point, really don't want to drink. Everyone knows that alcohol takes away some of your inhibitions. For me, my inhibitions are basically everything. That's kinda sad, but true. I've built a lovely little shield around myself. I'm comfy in my bubble of inhibitions. Alcohol is like the hammer that smashes that bubble. And, um, do not want. So yeahh... I mean, for a long time, I thought it was because of the whole dad situation, but that's more where my fear of drunken people stems from; doesn't really explain why I don't want to drink. Fear of losing my inhibition-bubble would explain it fantastically. But, like I said, the inhibition-bubble is becoming thinner and thinner as time goes on. So, IDK, maybe one day I'll be comfortable enough to drink. Right now, though, I'm not quite ready to take that step.

Might seem kind of extreme -- like, "What are you so afraid of letting show?" But you all should know by now that I live by the phrase, "Hope for the best, plan for the worst." I'm imagining inhibition loss of epic proportions. All my deepest, darkest secrets yodeled to the people I want to impress most when sober. Nooooot really ready for that. And you could say, "Well, just drink with people you aren't afraid to be yourself with." To which I would say, "I have confidence in my drunk dialing abilities."

But anyways, yeah. There.

Anyways, it's getting a bit late and I'm running out of things to talk about.
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