Lived in Bars

I feel amazing today. It's the first time in awhile. Like, a long while. I don't trust it enough to think it's nothing but fleeting, but hell I'm gonna enjoy it. I'm listening to Lived in Bars by Cat Power on repeat and feeling like I can do anything.
I banned myself from Facebook for a week, as it was becoming a distraction from the right things.
I finally finished watching every episode of Friends, which sounds like lame, but it was amazing because for a long time I've been completely intolerant to scenes of love, whether in real life or on TV. But by watching every episode, I became attached to the characters enough to actually cry happy tears when they got married, had babies, whatever. Haha now that sounds really lame. But whatever works and makes me happy, I'll take.
Molly is coming to CT on Friday, and I'm seriously so excited about it. Like, I'm far more excited about seeing her than I am about Christmas. I haven't seen her in years, and it's a dang tragedy.
I've been practicing singing. I really want to do an open mic with some Cat Power covers. It sucks because I'm not trained enough to have a powerful voice, but my range and general tone are so fitting to be singing some jazzy powerful songs, but without lack of power I sound like a drugged Marilyn Monroe.
I've been meeting some amazing guys, like one who played guitar with Elliott Smith, and I give myself credit for not jumping into anything. I'm really taking a chill pill of sorts and realizing that in my last relationship I attempted to solve a lot of my flawed feelings by simply ignoring them, which definitely doesn't work. Most of those flawed feelings come from issues with myself, and with not having a solid enough foundation. That's why it generally takes me longer to get over stuff. I've been investing too much of my identity in relationships.
I am so, so excited about theater classes. I'm so excited. Like I know I really want to do this. I'm hearing that Hunter has a terrible theater department, which of course makes me very nervous. Everyone is recommending Brooklyn College, but I really don't want to go there. Flatbush simply holds too many memories... which is a bit weird, because I don't feel like any other neighborhood holds too many memories to be able to hang around there on a daily basis. I mean, maybe being on the actual blocks I've lived before are a bit too much to handle on a daily basis, but the neighborhoods, no. Maybe it's because the other neighborhoods have enough things I love about them to cancel out any overly emotional sentimental drawbacks. Or maybe it's because Flatbush was the very first neighborhood in NYC I really experienced. I know not, and now I'm rambling.
Anyway, I feel good. Really fucking good. And that's all.