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livejournal is my only reason left for getting online. once in a while i read myspace comments and may leave a few. i don't even have that many people on my messenger. when i sit down at the computer i'm straight to lj to read journals. even if i've never commented on your journal at all i swear to god i have read your entries. i guess i'm like a STALKER because i find it entertaining to read about peoples lives and the way they express things. it's like i could read your entries without being able to see who wrote them, but i would figure it out from being familiar with your writing style and shit. THAT'S COOL I GUESS.
i had a really good night. moneywise it was pretty decent, funwise it was OFF-THE-CHAIN. the bar was dead and the entire staff just got hammered and partied pretty much. and then people started having a good time and i made money. free pot was involved, as well as good music (retro night!). so i'm happy, finally back in the states at 4am, sitting here with my bowl taking advantage of 4:20... what better times could i ask for?
i also reformatted my computer and everything is clean and organized. i even titled the artists of my mp3s properly, every file is perfect. its odd because i am the most messy careless person you'll ever meet and then i just get obsessive compulsive about stupid things.
everything is gonna be okay and awesome. last night i realized that my bank account is quite large but not what it should be if i'm gonna be moving out, so i sat down with pen and paper and made a budget. all my bills i have to pay, money factored in for shopping and gas and bullshit, possible rent money (i won't get a place over $700/mo, no way man) and everything. and then i realized if i really pinched i could save like $1000 a month. i will definitely not be in the hole. this led to the realization that i am finally self-sufficient, that i am an adult who can support myself. that little kid still inside of me is like "holy crap". but in a good way.
tonight a guy told me that between 20-30 are the best years of your entire life. that is awesome because it's just starting. life has been the coolest shit ever lately, and it makes me think back to the beginning of this year when i was ready to give up. fuck that shit.
i want to go to a concert. i wanna go to a really awesome dance club, or like a techno rave thing. I WANT TO PARTY. my birthday is on the first of october, and i want to plan something. by the way, there are many things you can buy me. i am moving out and need shit for my house. send me a toaster, a vaccuum, or even a couch. DO IT.
i've gotta go to bed now. it's 5am. nobody should be staying up as late as other people are waking up.
i had a really good night. moneywise it was pretty decent, funwise it was OFF-THE-CHAIN. the bar was dead and the entire staff just got hammered and partied pretty much. and then people started having a good time and i made money. free pot was involved, as well as good music (retro night!). so i'm happy, finally back in the states at 4am, sitting here with my bowl taking advantage of 4:20... what better times could i ask for?
i also reformatted my computer and everything is clean and organized. i even titled the artists of my mp3s properly, every file is perfect. its odd because i am the most messy careless person you'll ever meet and then i just get obsessive compulsive about stupid things.
everything is gonna be okay and awesome. last night i realized that my bank account is quite large but not what it should be if i'm gonna be moving out, so i sat down with pen and paper and made a budget. all my bills i have to pay, money factored in for shopping and gas and bullshit, possible rent money (i won't get a place over $700/mo, no way man) and everything. and then i realized if i really pinched i could save like $1000 a month. i will definitely not be in the hole. this led to the realization that i am finally self-sufficient, that i am an adult who can support myself. that little kid still inside of me is like "holy crap". but in a good way.
tonight a guy told me that between 20-30 are the best years of your entire life. that is awesome because it's just starting. life has been the coolest shit ever lately, and it makes me think back to the beginning of this year when i was ready to give up. fuck that shit.
i want to go to a concert. i wanna go to a really awesome dance club, or like a techno rave thing. I WANT TO PARTY. my birthday is on the first of october, and i want to plan something. by the way, there are many things you can buy me. i am moving out and need shit for my house. send me a toaster, a vaccuum, or even a couch. DO IT.
i've gotta go to bed now. it's 5am. nobody should be staying up as late as other people are waking up.