ginger ale turn on, tune in, drop out

this is what you’re supposed to do after you read the instructions instead of taking a flying leap into the abyss without a hang-glider

I’m going to be twenty years of age in exactly a week. Holy shit how did I get here?

I’m still a little hung up on somebody, have been for the past two years, and don’t think I’ll ever be able to let go of that. But, luckily, Hunter makes me so happy that some days I think my mind will explode.

I have a job.

I have a car.

I’m going to school (and thus have plenty of debt). I have no fucking idea what I’ll do when I get out. Probably go straight to grad school.

I’m saving up for a bass and a couple of floor toms in order to complete my drum kit and be able to practice at home again.

I have good friends. Which I am always grateful for.

My mom isn’t really around all that much. Which I am very happy about.

My brother is the best brother a person could ask for.

My other brother and my sister kick ass, too.

I have a mug of black tea sitting at nine-o-clock from my keyboard.

I found my Jawbreaker cd’s and a Brian Setzer Orchestra one in my car. Yay!

Bought a $300 pair of jeans for six dollars today, due to the fact that I went to the Goodwill in Cherry Hills where the richyrich sort leave their castoffs. Muahaha. They fit just right.