Spring Cleaning

Josh and I didn't get home from the concert until 3:30 last night which meant I slept in until twelve. Don't worry, I let Boomer out at eight, but then promptly drifted back to sleep. I don't have much to say about the concert- actually, I'd really rather forget about it. I could write a completely detailed post about entering the Seattle Underground, I could make it comical, but I would feel really bad because I know the concert was important to Josh and at the end, the whole situation was no longer funny. In short, every girl there forgot to dress themselves (I felt like I was at a Victoria's Secret party gone wild, starring girls as young as 16). I was shoved into a wall by a drunken couple who couldn't keep their clothes on, their hands out of each other's pants, or their tongues to themselves. My toes where crushed multiple times, there were a lot of boobies, a lot of weed, a herd of zebra men, a lot of sweaty guys flinging armpit sweat into passerby's faces and my last thoughts upon leaving where-
"I smell like weed and BO, I witnessed things I never needed to, that girls' butt cheeks are in my face, and there is a half naked man with a unicorn backpack...I want to go home."
It doesn't help that I get claustrophobic in crowds either and subsequently had a nervous breakdown. I was so frightened that I was almost reduced to tears. I never moved from my spot against the wall and most of the night my eyes were closed. Unfortunately, I was so distracted by the filth around me that I paid absolutely no attention to the music and more attention on how the heck I could make my escape from the din of iniquity. I will never do that again. Ever.

But today was a hundred thousand times better. I have been told by many people that I am an "old soul" and I find that good enough reason as to why I prefer spending time indoors with the people I love the most. Josh and I watched Bicentennial Man, a favorite of mine, and by the end I was pretending to have a bad case of allergies to cover the tears. If there is any movie that parades the importance of life and valuing others, it is that movie. If you haven't seen it, watch it.
The movie left me in a state of thought as I delved into spring cleaning. Why is it so hard for me to vocalize my feelings? I'm so wonderful with non verbal communication, but when it comes for me to speak, my throat tightens and I'm left to mentally slap the crap out of myself. It really shouldn't be so hard to tell somebody that they make you the happiest person alive and that you love them more than anything. Maybe I avoid saying it because I'm terrified I'll break down in tears. Crying is my downfall, I hate it and I do it more often than I care to do.

Last night, being *sing songy voice* friiiiday, I had some chocolate covered raisins. Tasty. So I took it easy on the carbs today.
1080 calories (so far), 88 g c, 42 g protein
3 apples
1 Tbs almond butter
3 wonderfully delicious eggs
1 can of tuna which I choked down
1 Tbs butter
1/4 c half and half
1.5 c cauliflower
2 c of green beans that smelled like alfalfa
1 slice of provolone