Lexi's house while she was at work & put up her Christmas tree because I am a Christmas pusher. That happens when we are friends & I have a key to your house. Judge me, again.
There is a fine line between tired & mega-exhaustion- I'm there, just hanging out in limbo. I also made the bad choice of taking pre-workout which is just a fancy name for an unhealthy dose of caffeine. Needless to say, I'm feeling like a maniac. (Maaaniac. Cue music.)
So, I am applying for a program in school that I haven't told you about. It's not what my last mentioned major was- or the last ten for that matter. It's a nice feeling to know what the [insert profanity] you are doing with your life.
On that note, for those who feel stupid because your friends are graduating with their bachelors or you know- pre-med & you are sitting pretty with a sign that says, "I don't know what I'm doing with my life." It's fine. News flash, I haven't been in school for a year because I felt weird spending thousands of dollars on something I wasn't dedicated to. Education is cool. Also, important but go at your own speed. My super awesome & way more motivated than me, sister in law got her bachelors in 2 weeks (lies. 3 years.) but hey, i won't graduate with my bachelors until 2016. I graduated high school in 2011. If you are any good at math, that means I suck a little bit but whatever man. A bachelors is a bachelors, even if it takes you 11 years.
On a lighter note, there are a lot of handy things about having a husband. Such as, I ran out of deodorant last week. So instead of repelling all humans with natural odors, I've been smelling like Old Spice. Thanks, McKay for letting me share the same armpit bar.
Go get a husband. They share their deodorant & their sweet, sweet, love. (Put that on a Hallmark card.)
I'd like to move out of state someday & live in a tiny apartment with wood floors & exposed brick. Is that too much to ask for?
Christmas means Excel sheets & i love both. Sheets & sheets of everyone's wishlists. I play Santa & i love it.
This is irreverent (along with this whole post) but GUYS, did you see that Urban Decay is coming out with a Naked 3 palette? Gettin' it. I have a cosmetics problem. Maybe that will be a full, organized post sometime. Don't get your hopes up.
I turn 21 in a week. What? I feel so old. I'm going to Vegas next weekend in celebration, for reasons other than the obvious. I don't drink nor dance around naked (most of the time. Inapropes) but I am a person who loves the city- even a fake, glittery one like Vegas. Plus the shopping is bad & we're going with friends. It should be a party. (In bed by 11 PM kind of party.)
What else? It is sort of refreshing to send off all of these thoughts into the world.
My husband just said, "are you blogging?" in such surprise.
For those living at home, do you know what you are taking advantage of? Trash bags & laundry detergent. They are over-price, less fun, necessary household items that frankly I don't want to buy but apparently, are needed for a functioning house. Stupid. Also, add toilet paper to that list.
I'm taking a nap now. Or going to the gym. Or both. Napping at the gym. No- dreaming of exercise. Napping it is. Bye.