Visine to the rescue.

There is a twenty dollar bill sitting on my dresser that will probably get lost. I hope that it does. I'd like to find it in the future. That's just a good day in the making.

Yesterday was the busiest day of my life. Worked from 8-6 straight. Stopped by my apartment to feed the cats and then drove directly to New Braunfels without even changing my clothes. In New Braunfels I caught up with family and saw my cousins who live all over the place! Virginia Beach, Arkansas.... even Alaska. When the family thing died down, I brought Hannah, Cory and Kensey with me to Starbucks where we met up with Jordan and Micah. Then bowling. Then an adventure at Landa Park. So soo fun. Pictures galore. Today was good, too. I saw a really old friend. It was nice. I got absolutely nothing done that I needed to, though, so it is time for me to drown my sorrows. I'm waitin' on a very lost Terisa and we're going to hit up a party. It sounds fun. At least it sounded fun on the phone. Hopefully my contacts don't fall out of my tired eyes.

:)

shuuues betchh

Reasons why I like working until 7 PM:
1] The overtime is wondrous.
2] The last two hours are spent discussing the strangest of subjects with coworkers.
3] I find out why people got fired last week.
4] My boss loves me even more than he already does.
5] I am promised pizza for lunch the next day. :)
6] My drive home is easy breezy.
7] I like, get stuff done.


Reasons why I don't like working 11 hour days?
1] My feet hurt. :(



What a great week this has been. I am SO glad I've grown up. The last two months have unfolded precisely the way I knew they would and I couldn't be more pleased. And oh yes...

dystopian dream girl.

Things are good. Considerably more confusing than they were just yesterday, but confusion keeps life interesting. My apartment is a complete wreck and it's depressing me. I would clean it if I didn't awaken from a 5 hour nap a little while ago. Cleaning would just seem like a waste of a perfectly good lazy Sunday.

Last night was fun x 17,000. Alex came to town. I had more margaritas than I can remember. I have also decided to go to ACL. I figure I could pinch every last penny for a couple months and have a possible blast in London. Or, I could leave the pennies unscathed and have a definite blast at ACL. If I had 2 grand lying around, I would go to Europe in a heartbeat... but if I manage to summon the self control it will take to save up almost an entire months paycheck, I'm not sure I'll have the courage to let it all go in a weekend. If you have a problem with my decision, you'll have to take it up with Andrew Bird.

I have too much to say these days. Too much to think about. Too much to write about. Too much to say. Having too much to say is always a good thing. Even if it's a bad thing.


One month exactly.
!!!!

Hooked.

The days have been going by so fast. I've sort of fallen into a routine. I hate routines. I don't necessarily hate my routine, but just the entire concept. Once you fall into a routine, you wake up 20 years later and realize you've been doing the exact same thing for 20 years. Or 40 or 60. It's so easy for me to say that I'll take care of things and figure out my future later, but procrastination is like a drug. It eases the mind at first, but after awhile you're hooked. I like my job now and I like my life now... I just don't want to ever wonder what could have been. Wondering what could have been is the definition of failure. If only there were more hours in a day.

Ramblings of a sleep deprived 20 year old closet workaholic. Nope. Closet partier. 20 and 11 months that is... :]

Austin was infested with bikers last week. I'm assuming they're gone now, simply because I haven't been stuck sitting next to them on 183 in a couple of days. I swear, sitting next to a pack of bikers almost equals the discomfort level of sitting next to a crippled homeless man. With a pitiful sign. Almost. Oh, I have two cats now. :] Just for the summer while a certain cat owner resides in London. They used to be best friends, but they kept me awake Sunday-Tuesday night with all the growling. They seem to be getting along now, though.

I'm in need of a nocturnal journey sometime soon. The last time I ventured, I ended up playing catch at 1 AM with a glow in the dark football. Quite entertaining, but no adventure.

Sometimes I wonder if this city is for me.



Sometimes I think I'm just an addict of change.