ive got some time on my hands
so im just kickin it before class in my favorite place to be on a computer....the comp lab at beam hall at unlv. i almost dont want to officially graduate so i can sneak here and peacefully look at myspace profiles and junk, because its relaxing to quietly go about your internetbusiness the same time everyone around you is. i think its the sound of so many key boards being typed on at once that sooths me. in any case, this is my last semester. guhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. this life is over and im going to have to find a new one. which one and where? when? when im sitting contemplating the options for my future, the idea of moving back into my moms house and saving a lot of money sounds really tempting. then i visit her and within 5 minutes i remember all the reasons i moved out in the first place. i like living on my own... i like being independent and all the other things that go with it. so thats settled...moved out it will be. also there is another person i need to consider when i think about my future. this boyfriend. this boyfriend is great and wonderful and i love him. but having to incorperate him into my plans is not something i am used to. typically, i let my thoughts of life run into foriegn countries and crazy adventrues that would be difficult to do with someone who truely didnt want to do them. now i have think, wait would this boyfriend like to do that too? kinda lame, but not. hes laid back and listens to my dreams and says he's going with me where ever....ok well enough about that. i cant finish this thought because the rest of my life isnt a plan that can be finished in a stupid journal entry anyway. i wish i never started this rant.
moving on, id like to say that im almost 21. good thing bad thing. cant tell yet. going to bars with friends and drinking yummi beer.. or getting fatter from drinking yummi beer. damnit. always a flipside. always. i know one thing's for sure, and thats a little thing i like to call kar-e-o-ke. yep its fun and i will do it. more of it. drunk.
stoli, my kitten, is getting fat. probably because all he does is hang out with charlie, the other house cat, and charlie is a fat-tay. damnit
i went whale watching last weekend with this boyfriend and it was amazing. so peaceful and romantic. i want to spend all time on the ocean with him. maybe we can buy a house boat and live there and follow whales and discover something amazing and save life.