What am I doing you ask:
Well I am chatting with some friends on Facebook and surfing the web as always. I have nothing better to do honestly. I am off tomorrow so I think I will try and work out a little bit. I don't know.
I do know I had another online assignment in History and feel like it is another A coming my way :)
I had no idea what to blog about tonight but I will say this....
I am 20 years old, in college, and work a part time job. I feel stressed and/or tired a majority of the time which is not indicative of the previous self description stated. What the hell is wrong with me?!
I woke up today and have been dizzy alllllllll day long. I ate, did everything as normal. Had just enough caffeine to get me through the day without a headache and for some reason still cannot shake it. What in the H?
Also I am currently wondering where my crazy sense of adventure went the past couple of years?! I should have a few more tattoos, another peircing, and blue and purple streaks in my hair right now and I have none of those!!! Just kidding, kind of, not really. I have wanted my hair to be dark brown with blue and purple streaks for like 6 years. As far as peircings I wanted to pierce my eyebrow for a while and have not done so because I was told that was the worst for scarring. Tattoo-wise I only have the treble clef, but still wanna put that pirate ship on my side and a baby chick on my shoulder next to my treble clef. Oh and an anchor on my foot.
All in all I am extremely bored, and other than Europe stuff, these are among the things I think about a lot.
I was also thinking about how I miss my Grandma Diane A LOT. Casey and I were talking about who made awesome eggs for some reason and I told him my grandma did. When I was younger my Grandpa made the only pancakes in the world in my opinion. I swore they were the biggest too!!! And my grandmother was the only person that could make me eggs. Or at least that is how I remember it. I like eggs okay, but for some reason I remember standing in the dining room at the big house (family house in Indy) and my 6 year old logic told me it was ok that Mamaw cooked because she was making eggs. She made eggs and Papaw made the pancakes. I honestly imagine I was a big pain in the butt knowing how I was as a child. But I still to this day remembering thinking I will only eat them if mamaw makes them the way papaw tells her to and that is why its ok to eat breakfast when mamaw cooks.
I ramble lol. You have to understand though that Papaw cooked. That is just how it went. BEST COOK EVER. My family back home knows that :)
(shout out.... lets see who is actually reading this thing LOL)
Oh and Casey is adorable. He is a big hairy mess of a man, but for some reason is still horribly adorable to me and I love him for that.
I AM hungry now though, because I spent a good five minutes typing this and rambling to Casey some more about food that my grandparents made and I am kind of irritated at myself, because unless I get up and cook it, there is no other way to get my aunt megans pot pie. Well mamaws because she told Megan how to make it LOL.
Rambles Schmambles. Sorry all...
Goodnight.
Now listening to: Chemical Kids and Mechanical Brides --Pierce the Veil
(trying to see if I like them for a show in April) ((they are okay))
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