Lost in Oblivion

I freaked out today. I'd been inside all day chilling and cruising the CL looking for rooms to rent in PDX and had even played "naptime"! Then the parents come home and they take over the TV in the living room- which all fine and dandy - but then my mom takes over and starts watching The Home Shopping Network (which I hate) with Reba MacIntire (which is okay in small doses (her mouth scares me)), and then she turns it to "Reba". I'm almost reached max capacity in patience when she then turns it to House Hunters! I get up, change into a more respectible outfit, grab my new book and the newest issue of BUST, and head on out to the local coffee shop.
See, I used to live in this area of Kansas. I used to live in Ta-puke-a. I haven't lived here in over ten years and really have no idea of where the "cool" or decent places to hang out are. All my high skool friends are out of my life except for Nikki who is extremely busy with her family and Brock who I have no idea of where he is or if he's even still here. Then there's the derby girls who I have yet to announce that I'm in their glorious metropolois. So there's nothing to do and no one to do anything with. Yes, there's Lawrence and Kansas City I could to, which I do plan on going soon (especially to go see Ida Marie), but no reason as of late. Why waste the gas? Oh! And, for the life of me, I cannot find a decent comic book store. Grr!
So, as I was sitting in the coffee shop, sipping on my iced mocha and flipping through the pages of BUST, I became inspired to finish my DIY sewing projects and to start running. The running actually came from Corinne and my Wifey. They've jumped off the running bridge, it'd be appropriately cliched if I did it as well. Besides, ever since I decided to say "bon voyage" to the ol' boys in bell bottoms, I finally let loose and boozed it up and ate all the delicious bad things that I could stuff in my mouth as often as I could - throwing caution to the wind. I haven't skated, I haven't gone to the gym, I even threw away my sneakers (they were old anyway)! Well, all that unhealthy living is starting to catch up with me because the Slut Gut is starting to protrude past the boobs and I'm developing "muffin tops" around my pants. Ewwww.... So bye bye greasy cheese pizzas and glorious chimichangas! Audios to the six or so beers every night! Hello only milk and water and fruits and vegetables. Seriously!
Driving home from the coffee shop, I left a frantic message on Corinne's voicemail expressing my frustration at my current situation. I miss my friends, I miss my apartment, I miss the DDG (well, most of them), and I hate it here. Gotta love her for calling me back pronto and talking me down off the ledge. Thanks, Toots!
So yeah, I'll get back to ya on how this whole Crafty thing goes. Wish me, and my saniety, luck.