i feel like i've been away from lifejournal for years. my last update was almost an entire month ago. i wrote one tilt in my moleskine, but never typed it. i need to buy new moleskines because i'm out of pages. november has been an amazing month, it's flown by way too quickly and it's nearly thanksgiving. sarii's here, we're watching it's always sunny in philadelphia. later we're going to buy pilgrim hats. and force gerard, ashley and justin to wear them later. i got drunk the night before my birthday on wine. so much wine. it was sort of amazing. no hang over. no feeling like i'm too warm or too full to keep on drinking. i announced i was immortal, threatened to suck sarii's blood and took a lot of pictures. i feel like at the end of all of these days i keep thinking to myself that i should have taken more pictures. it's been sort of a while since i've felt this way, which is likely because my days are usually all mundane and regular, filled with customers and coworkers and the people who work at panera bread who are making my dinner. i've become the biggest advocate for ridiculous anything. not like i wasn't a big fan before, but i feel like i'm more aware lately. just say things that dont' make any sense. make a list of reasons why your day was epic. laugh over the stupidest shit. watch it's always sunny in philadephia then drink boxed wine out of empty diet coke cans. paint your nails purple. think about writing a blog.
last week i turned twenty five (i turned twenty five days ago....). i want to make a list of 25 things to do in 25. i want to write blog entries and think about going to library school. i want to start that novel i've been outlining since august. i want to get a move on. move out of my house into our own version of epicness. twenty-five feels weird, but i haven't really had the chance to think about it yet, i have yet to feel twenty-five at it's finest, the words haven't quite sunken in. so far twenty five has been filled with cupcakes, candy, spending time with my best friend, her non-boyfriend my brother and his girlfriend. eating chicken biscuits, driving to salem and watching episode after episode of it's always sunny. i feel good about twenty five in all of the nine days it's had me. twenty-five is going to be filled with doing, experiencing and documenting. and i'm really god damn excited about it.
((these are from last night at fridays))