Story of my life.

You know that dream you have where you are naked and you run into your ex-boyfriend for the first time since breaking up and he is with a girl you are less than fond of as well as his friend who never really liked you anyway at a concert the two of you were supposed to see together and after you talk to him you turn around and fall on your ass?

Yeah, that dream became a reality Friday night -- except I wasn't naked. So, I guess that's a plus.

I just picked myself up from the fall and walked away. I really think it is a metaphor of the past two months of my life.

It would only happen to me, and that is what's so great about my life.

Jage

This past weekend my brother, JJ, and I hit the road for Lafayette/Baton Rouge/Denham Springs. Spending 10 or so hours alone with JJ was the top ten hours of my life.

We said it all by singing someone else's words. Those words became our dialogue. He understood me, and I understood him.

I never realized how much I missed being around him. I didn't realize how much he already knew about me without me having to explain it all. He got it. My little brother is all grown up, and I am really enjoying the person he is becoming.

Just give me JJ, Jeff Tweedy, and the open road, and I'll be just fine.

Got it.

I am feeling pretty good these days. Most days I am feeling pretty good.
My life makes me laugh. I laugh at my situation all the time.
My life is pretty fun, right now. I think I am happy with it.
I just figure I have two choices, be sad and feel sorry for myself all the time, or go out and be happy. I have chosen to be happy. At least make the effort, put the right foot forward to being happy. And that's what I am doing. Sure it's not always going to be easy, and I won't always feel this good. For right now, though, I am good. I have an incredible group of friends, and my family rocks my face off.
I'll just laugh at myself and be happy with what I got.
I got some pretty amazing shit.

Pride.

I weigh 127 pounds. I haven't seen this weight on a scale since high school.
It's not something I am proud of like every one seems to think.
"Jordan, you look so good. I am so proud of you."
Proud of what? Proud that I have been too upset this past month to even have an appetite? Proud that the only thing I feel like I can control is what goes into my mouth?
So, yes, I have lost weight, but it certainly isn't something to be proud of.

I think I am going to go have some ice cream.