So I've been toying with the idea of starting a blog for awhile now....to be honest I used to have one in high school filled with teenage angst and stories of how much I couldn't stand my parents and life at the time..... if I could go back now I would definitely give myself a straight slap to the face. I guess the real reason behind this whole thing is to kind of have a way to document my life; what I have learned, what I have been forced to accept, and the crazy randomness that falls in between. Don't get me wrong, my life is by no means a hollywood drama or action movie; you'd probably get more excitement in the dog food aisle at Pet Smart most nights of the week. For example; it is Saturday night and my evening plans have resulted in eating half a jar of pickled beets (tasty), watching a re-run of Here Comes Honey Boo Boo, and procrastinating doing my homework; you better red-neckognize.
After re-reading that paragraph I have concluded that the true reasons behind this blog are driven by my extreme determination to procrastinate my final year of school AND my underlying fear of developing alzheimers and forgetting everything. Although forgetting some things wouldn't be that bad; such as my age.
Speaking of age I would like to make mention that this has become an issue for me, mostly because the number keeps increasing. I was staring at myself in the mirror at work the other day (there are mirrors everywhere, I'm not that vain) and realized that my "smile lines" have become smile "crevasses" on my face. It took everything in me to refrain from resorting to google to find the nearest botox center. (This is another issue that I'm sure will surface itself again throughout this blog). I probably would never go through with botox, actually that is a lie, I will never go through with botox in my 20's. I think I'm secretly hoping that the world of anti-aging will make great leaps and bounds by the time I truly do need some "help" and then injecting your face with pureed organic crap will be available. I've also realized that I will have to be a closet botox-er, my family would never let me live it down, just like that time I got stuck knee-deep in fish sperm and eggs and had to spend the rest of the day "airing off" while my family took part in their happy outing; bastards.
Believe it or not, there IS a part of me that enjoys my age, staying home on weekends, and being employed. For starters, I would take being 25 over reliving the years between 18 and 22, I greatly appreciate (though not while the drinking is actually happening) waking up Sunday mornings knowing EXACTLY what I did the night before and not having my eyelash stuck to my upper lip, and finally, though I have convinced myself that I "shouldn't have to work," I have concluded that I could not do the things I do now OR be able to buy SKY VODKA at any given day of the week if I didn't have a pay cheque. As a result of all of this I have started playing the lotto; this would solve everything.
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