Exactly 2 weeks since I've been gone.
I know, I'm a flake. My personal journal has been neglected even more. I've actually posted blogs on MySpace though... Whatever. So like...I've been having a social life. It just drains all the energy I have and therefore my extra time is now just for television. Because, you know, TV is my best friend. However, this non-stop partying, although great (and also being a new years resolution I actually lived up to), has to stop. My family has me bouncing back and forth like a ping-pong ball with their indesicions. "Yes, we're moving to Vegas!", "No, we're not moving anymore." Well, FUCK! Just when I get comfortable with the idea of rotting here for the rest of my life, it's like "Hey, you're happy now? Too bad! Let's fuck some more with your head!" GAH!!! So in the past month I've been an extreme version of myself...singleness accompanied w/ crazy making out lesbians, wild endless partying, heaviER drinking...ugh, it really just disgusts me. I'm glad to have seen people I haven't seen in forever and that I've been able to go out with them and get closer to them, but that's not me. I'm a recluse who spends her spare time watching sitcoms, reading books, and doing tedious activites like scrapbooking. I will now balance myself out, go out once a week...give myself some more me time back...and prepare myself mentally for the changes coming my way.