so... i leave for texas in 8 days. 8 FRIGGIN DAYS! i couldnt be more excited. a friend (and surrogate mother of mine, rachael, has decided that i have to give her all the information i can about nathan and my flights and everything everything so that if he kills me she can get him. i say... no worries... she says... i want pictures too. so, i just finished priniting out all of my information and a few pictures and all of his info. shes so cute. even my mom didnt ask for this stuff... but i put it on the fridge like a test i got an A on incase anyone wonders.

so... what else... nothing i want to talk about anymore. im sure were all sick of hearing me talk about my alcoholism and im sick of thinking about it... thou i will say this... i liked it better when i only drank once in a while. it was much cheaper. i went out last night... alone and i only bough 2 boys a beer and that came to no more than $5. (i wish i liked beer...that would be cheaper too) noooooo i have to drink the $9 a pop tequila... and i was so stone sober that is seemed silly that i rung up a $50.00 tab and wasnt even the slightest bit tipsy.

so... that means me and you tinfoilnerdygirl. me and you baby... were going to go out and were going to have a blast and im not going to be sober when were done... you drivin? =)

so, ive noticed that i have grown to talking to myself... a lot... out loud... i woke up this morning and i told me..."your a fucking slob" to which i answered "yes i am" and i got up and started cleaning and packed a few more boxes. i have come to the conclusion that i am not moving out any time soon. any good deal has fallen thru and i have just plain stopped looking becuase my money goes elsewhere now...
but i continue to pack up all of my stuff to make shelves empty and un clutter my dressed and bureau. (what a tough word to spell... im not even sure if thats correct) but as i do this i realize that my room is now lonely looking and un-fun to be in. i have packed away all of my curio and vases and parted with dried flowers from all occasions (that i could name still... years later) and now... theres not much of anything. little odds and ends that seem silly to pack (squished pennies that you pay 51 cents for in those silly machines and foutunes from cookies ive eaten)

i just need all new stuff... a new bed and new furniture and then i can repaint and try to start over again. with a little order.

i just cant seem to stop typing. i have nothing to say but i cant help to ramble on. i played pool last night and i started out really sucky and then i ended up being the big winner of the night as in i won the last game. not in number of consecutive games... that was a boy named seth. ;)

well, its almost 4pm and here i sit in my pjs still and on the computer still... im going to check my mail 400 times and hope to find something... and play on myspace. i really suggest you guys join. its so much fun. and i get sucked right into the forums answering silly questions like "what was the last thing you said out loud" or "what year did you graduate high school"... but gosh... am i a sucker for this or what?