Bored.
Well I havent blogged in a while. Seems everythings getting strange in a way. We dont have too many group gatherings as much as I'd like to but I know people have their own things to do. Lesley and I got sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo drunk on friday. We split a pineapple malibu rum bottle between us two. she had about 20 shots, and i had 13, she was a rockstar. And me trying to dance like that old guy on the commercial for six flags... soo funny. Its the first time since ive been so drunk in a looooong time, about 3 years. But the exception is that this time i was so happy, and had so much fun, all i did was laugh... and thats the way it should always be. im 19 and i shouldnt have any problems that need crying over. I should be able to sit back and relax, and enjoy every minute of my young years.
I feel like I'm constantly struggling to find out who I am. But I don't feel like getting into that.
My tattoo is healing up really well. No more scabs on it, just the skin has to renew itself. Has anyone ever thought "If I died right now, who would be at my funeral?" like obviously it's not a literal question. But I've been thinking of it lately, wondering what my friends think of me, and what kind of person I am, to myself, and to them. Weird, how I can't picture myself in a third person perspective.. of myself.
UGH.. so many thoughts.. but makes me feel that if I say all of them on here, I'll sound like I need counselling.
Maybe I'll leave this one up to a venting day.
I'm going to go and chill for a while.
