I've been the worst Vegetarian in the History of all Vegetarians lately. All I've been craving is fucking chicken fingers and cheeseburgers. Nothing else. It's so odd. In the past 3 weeks I think I've consumed about 4 cheeseburgers and the past couple of days I've eaten chicken nuggets/popcorn chicken. I had decided to become a Vegetarian because I feel bad for eating another living creature, not because they aren't delicious. I did so well for a year and a half and the past month I feel savage. I need to quit it, I don't want to be a carnivore.
Last night was the first night I've slept in my own bed in the past like, week and a half almost. Between house sitting for my boss and sleeping at my boyfriend's, I haven't slumbered at my house. It was nice. While I've been severely absent from my house, my mom cleaned my room, changed my sheets and it was all very cozy. My friend Amanda and I went out for her (my mother's) birthday last night and I even took her to my happy place (Odin's Den). She loved being included and being able to go out. She even split a pitcher with Amanda and I, which was weird. And she loves my boyfriend (who she got to talk to more because he was working). I can't really complain about anything today except I would like to inquire why I feel so exhausted and I was in bed and just about sleeping by 1 am (which is early for me). How the hell does that happen?
Time is moving entirely too fast. It's already the fucking middle of August and I don't like it. I don't have nearly as much money as I would like to saved up, I have so much stuff to get ready for starting UCF in January, I go to Greece in 2 months (
) and I'm sure there are other things that I should be stressing about but aren't really in the front of my brain.
I'm really excited for the SGFL Christmas in August Party Saturday, except I don't know what to bring as my gift. I'll go to Fairvilla tomorrow for some inspiration.
I saw this a few minutes ago and it really made me laugh:
Last night was the first night I've slept in my own bed in the past like, week and a half almost. Between house sitting for my boss and sleeping at my boyfriend's, I haven't slumbered at my house. It was nice. While I've been severely absent from my house, my mom cleaned my room, changed my sheets and it was all very cozy. My friend Amanda and I went out for her (my mother's) birthday last night and I even took her to my happy place (Odin's Den). She loved being included and being able to go out. She even split a pitcher with Amanda and I, which was weird. And she loves my boyfriend (who she got to talk to more because he was working). I can't really complain about anything today except I would like to inquire why I feel so exhausted and I was in bed and just about sleeping by 1 am (which is early for me). How the hell does that happen?
Time is moving entirely too fast. It's already the fucking middle of August and I don't like it. I don't have nearly as much money as I would like to saved up, I have so much stuff to get ready for starting UCF in January, I go to Greece in 2 months (
) and I'm sure there are other things that I should be stressing about but aren't really in the front of my brain.
I'm really excited for the SGFL Christmas in August Party Saturday, except I don't know what to bring as my gift. I'll go to Fairvilla tomorrow for some inspiration.
I saw this a few minutes ago and it really made me laugh:
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Thank you so much for the offer - I really appreciate it. I might eventually need to do a little talking about the relationship and the breakup; it might do me some good.
I Don't Understand Where You Are Coming From With The Vegetarian Thing So I'll Just Leave It Alone.
This Part Is A Bit Confusing "My friend Amanda and I went out for her (my mother's) birthday last night". What Does It Mean???
Life Does tend To Move Too Fast When You Don't Want It Too.