the importance of true friends.


not just the people who are there for the fun times, but the ones who will be by your side for the most difficult moments.

i am really lucky to have friends like this. as the years go by, i am realizing how much more valuable it is to have a small group of really dependable people around.

:)

I need to go to attitude rehab because I'm so negative and sarcastic and judgemental and I wish to be sweet and happy go lucky.

i am never online these days.

it appears i have obtained somewhat of a social life, and the internet gets on my nerves.

i have realized i much prefer real life situations than spending hours sitting with my lappy.

the exciting real life things i have done this week:

i ate lots of yummy international food

my car now has new tires and i don't fear my life on the freeway

i am kicking ass and taking names in bio and doing alright in math which is quite a feat

i read

i took naps

i probably sneeze every few minutes due to my intense allergies that seem to worsen by the day

i discovered a bumper sticker on my car that reads, "i love pork tacos"


pleasure in the simple things people.

(e:hodown)'s flight gets in in an hour. i will be the dutiful one to pick her up, even though no one im my family(ahem) evers takes or picks me up from the airport.

wait, i take that back. whenever i go to see the (e:hodown) i get a pretty sweet ride in a town car, or she gives me cab money. so that jab is solely for the momma ho who refuses any sort of ride or pick up from the airport on most occasions.

i am upset with (e:hodown) though, her septic tonsil nastiness has struck again, and she has strep throat. i will give up my room and bed and sleep in our cavern of a guest area to be woken up at 6 am every morning by noises of the coffee grinder and or the sun.

i told the (e:hodown) i am available to nurse her back to health when she has her tonsils taken out which was recommended by the doctor many a year ago. she is noncompliant, but i love her anyway.

i am now going to display tough love, because coming rights from the words of my sister, "i only feel bad for you if you were a child soldier or locked in a basement for 7 years." - something like that but you get the idea.

I am hungover from 3 drinks. I feel old. Or maybe drinking is just not for me anymore. It makes me so sleepy and I have an awful headache. I.suppose its way healthier and I won't have to worry about the extra calories. It was bound to happen because I feel like I always wanted to drink in blo but not so much here.