I can't believe I let someone else drive my new car.
I'm still just working and trying to decide where I want to move. I thought about taking some classes this fall just out of interest, but my overwhelming need to flee the state of Florida is keeping me from making any sort of committment to anything that would keep me here.
Where I want to move is still up in the air. I still think I might want to move to Asheville. I'm probably going to be making another trip up there in August and we'll see how I feel after that. The other part of me kind of wants to go to a larger city over on the west coast like Portland or Seattle. It's just really far from home and despite turning 23 this Saturday I'm not sure I want to be 3000 miles away from my mom and my cats. haha.
The other day I was just sitting around trying to organize my stuff and my work calls me to tell me that some guy called for my number and I'm like, "WHAT?!" and then I find out it was Philip calling cause he lost my number and was in town. haha. Anyways, we went out to McGuire's and Mellow Mushroom and I had way too much to drink and then proceeded to make an ass out of myself by doing stupid things like text messaging while drunk and knocking over people's drinks and then having Philip drive me to work where I guess I proceeded to hug everyone and stumble around and make a further ass of myself.
Anyways, I ended up going to Philip's house and crashed on the couch. We were going to watch a movie, but we were both asleep within like 10 minutes I think. haha. I know I was. It was fun though. I don't have enough fun. I need to have more fun. I need to be more irresponsible while I can. haha. I turn 23 on Saturday and I haven't had enough fun for my age. SERIOUSLY.
Although, now my dad apparently thinks I'm a whore because I stayed out all night with a guy and apparently the only thing we could have possibly been doing all night is having immoral premarital sex. Whatever. If he knew me at all or bothered to listen to anything I say, he would know that I am quite possibly one of the most innocent 23 year olds in this country...well, yeah. Maybe. I think so...OK, well at least when it comes to sex. haha.
My sister is coming to visit this week. Thursday I think. I haven't seen her since March I guess it's been...She's lost like 50 pounds. It's crazy. I am WAY impressed that she has finally done this for herself. I hope she loves what it does for both her self image and just health-wise in general. You're so much less tired when you're in shape, you know? I know I am!!
I really want to get another tattoo for my birthday, but I can't decide on what....
That's all!!
Where I want to move is still up in the air. I still think I might want to move to Asheville. I'm probably going to be making another trip up there in August and we'll see how I feel after that. The other part of me kind of wants to go to a larger city over on the west coast like Portland or Seattle. It's just really far from home and despite turning 23 this Saturday I'm not sure I want to be 3000 miles away from my mom and my cats. haha.
The other day I was just sitting around trying to organize my stuff and my work calls me to tell me that some guy called for my number and I'm like, "WHAT?!" and then I find out it was Philip calling cause he lost my number and was in town. haha. Anyways, we went out to McGuire's and Mellow Mushroom and I had way too much to drink and then proceeded to make an ass out of myself by doing stupid things like text messaging while drunk and knocking over people's drinks and then having Philip drive me to work where I guess I proceeded to hug everyone and stumble around and make a further ass of myself.
Anyways, I ended up going to Philip's house and crashed on the couch. We were going to watch a movie, but we were both asleep within like 10 minutes I think. haha. I know I was. It was fun though. I don't have enough fun. I need to have more fun. I need to be more irresponsible while I can. haha. I turn 23 on Saturday and I haven't had enough fun for my age. SERIOUSLY.
Although, now my dad apparently thinks I'm a whore because I stayed out all night with a guy and apparently the only thing we could have possibly been doing all night is having immoral premarital sex. Whatever. If he knew me at all or bothered to listen to anything I say, he would know that I am quite possibly one of the most innocent 23 year olds in this country...well, yeah. Maybe. I think so...OK, well at least when it comes to sex. haha.
My sister is coming to visit this week. Thursday I think. I haven't seen her since March I guess it's been...She's lost like 50 pounds. It's crazy. I am WAY impressed that she has finally done this for herself. I hope she loves what it does for both her self image and just health-wise in general. You're so much less tired when you're in shape, you know? I know I am!!
I really want to get another tattoo for my birthday, but I can't decide on what....
That's all!!