Twenty Five

i would like to congratulate myself on only going out once during this week, and sleeping in my own bed every night this weekend. i would also like to congratulate myself for having a good sum of money in my bank account and not blowing it all in two days, and instead saving it. perhaps that responsibility thing that has taken so long to get through my thick skull, finally dug it's way through. (or is testing it's toes in the water and will later decide the water is too cold, and i'll be out every night spending money on vodka waters)

i was going through pictures today. i really wish my mother would have told me how awful my choices in style were as i was growing up. but what baffles the mind, and without trying to sound conceded, cause really i can't wrap my head around it, how in the world did i actually pick up boys looking like that?! i was what i would now consider a mutant. but none the less, there i was making out with several people every night i went to foufs. (classy, i know) maybe they were mutants too. probably. come to think of it, yes. (i'm sorry if you are reading this and i made out with you at foufs when i was younger...meg this doesn't apply to you, you're pretty and non-mutant-like...wait, back then, maybe a LITTLE)

i've been looking into taking ballet classes again. i used to be really good, and even though i would probably be considered the fat, confused kid in the class, i think i could really get back into the hang of it. plus i would get to buy pretty aa clothes to wear while doing it. yoga and pilates are fun, but the girl on the video tape looks like my doctor, and it kinda scares me. (my computer just told me i spelt "pilates" wrong, and as options to fix it, it gave me: plates, dilates, palates, and pirates. really?)

Well i'm off to bed, i know it's pretty early, but i'm exausted. the closing fireworks were amazing tonight. it was the perfect ending. i actually kinda had goosebumps while they were playing "what a wonderful world" as they were going on. It was like that scene in the sandlot where they all just stop playing baseball and watch the fireworks. except we weren't playing baseball. and it isn't the 60s. and of course there was no giant dog to be afraid of.