I am one tired puppy dog.
This summer has been nuts. Absolutely freaking nuts, but not as nuts as I was envisioning. I have made some true friends. I have danced. I have laughed so hard my abs ached the next day. I have drank WAY too much beer. I have smoked. I have gone on dates. I have walked until my feet about disconnected from my ankles. I have gotten too much sun.
I have not done about 75% of my �Summer To Do List�
IT IS AUGUST, For Crying Out Loud!
Since I have graduated college, my life is crazy, out of control slipping away from me. All we did is talk about how great this summer was going to be, all the stuff we were going to do, all the alcohol we were going to drink.
I really need to cut back on that, by the way.
I am entirely too hedonistic. I will shirk all responsibility in the name of having a good time. I will forgo sleep, food, and common sensibility if I think the night will turn out to be fun. Don�t get me wrong, last night was a great time. Saw a decent cover band. Hung out with my roommates, which I rarely do outside of the apartment. Drank Red Bull and vodkas. Playing tonsil hockey with a super cute boy. Danced like a mad white girl to countless covers of 90s alternarock.
Right now, I am on 3 1/2 hours of sleep. Typing to keep awake. 6 hours and 15 minutes to go. Wanting to go lay down in my car so bad I can taste it.
Anyway, random thoughts aside, I am happy. I feel very positive. The only time I am angry (besides being woken up at 2:53 am by drunken roommates) is in traffic. I love my group of friends. I love my apartment. I have 2 objectives:
#1. GET A PHAT JOB IN THE LOOP WORKING WITH PEOPLE MY OWN AGE IN SOMETHING THAT INTERESTS ME
#2. FIND SOMEONE TO GO DO THE REST OF MY SUMMER LIST WITH
And if I can makeout with him too� BONUS!