Your Shot of Whiskey

what should i get to drink tonight?

i want something different. it’s a new year, and a new drink.

whiskey is my boy, but i want something else.

so what should i get? suggestions?

jamonham:

always

i make most of my major life decisions in the shower.

megansfault:

garrett: you probably need to go to sleep. you have to be tired.

me: i don’t care. sleep can’t tell me how to run my life.

garrett: sure it can.

me: it cannot. sleep thinks it’s better than me. i’ll show sleep. i won’t ever go to sleep, because i’m better.

garrett: do it and you’re going to die tomorrow at warped.

me: warped tour can’t tell me what to do either.

garrett: …

i was looking through my old posts. some of it makes me laugh. some of it i forgot that i wrote. but it’s really weird to see all the times that i wrote about garrett. we’re on such bad terms now that it’s weird to think back and remember that i used to spend every single day with him. it’s weird to think that for a while i thought i loved him. it’s harder to think that we could have had it all until he decided to try and sleep with one of my best friends. at the time that i wrote this post, you could say we were dating. it was when things were still good. they were great, actually. it’s just so weird. what’s even more weird, is how much i don’t miss him most of the time.

i walked around, in public, in my pajamas all day with my hair sticking up in the back and my makeup on from yesterday. i finally showered at like… 5. mom just told me to get ready so we can go out to eat. i put on a hoodie, messed up my hair up and sprayed it. hah. time to go.

not a single fuck.

my uncle jeremiah is one of the best people in the whole world. my aunt amy is my favorite person in my family. i have suspicions that she’s my real mom. my uncle has made her so happy and he treats her so amazing. he’s a soldier who has been stationed in iraq for almost a year and in less than 24 hours he will be boarding a plane and going home to her and her three sons in tacoma, washington.

golian is one of my good friends and he is also a soldier. he’s been stationed in afghanistan. he ships out to come home in less than a week. i don’t normally cry, but i could almost cry thinking about it.

kay, so i can rock the hell out of single life. seriously, i live it up. some people hate being single. for the most part, i fucking love it. no sarcasm. i actually kind of prefer it. i like being able to do whatever i want without having to explain myself to a significant other and i like that i can flirt with whoever i want whenever i want.

HOWEVER, it gets boring. the problem with that, is that i usually can’t make myself stand someone for more than a few weeks. after that, i’m sick of you. that’s why single works so well for me. i get to do the whole, “oh you’re cute and fun and you make me laugh let’s flirt and be cutesy” thing for a little while, and when i’m sick of the person, i can walk away because, well, we’re not dating. i can’t seem to find someone that doesn’t drive me nuts after that few weeks is up.

all i want is someone that can make me laugh and be an asshole at the same time. i don’t want the whole jealousy thing because that will just piss me off. i just need someone that will let me have lazy days where i smoke a lot of pot and generally do nothing but push me at the same time to make me be productive and study and get things done. i’ll do the same thing. i’m not coming to the table with nothing to offer. as much as i hate dating, i am a DAMN GOOD girlfriend. i don’t give a shit if they want to play xbox for six hours on saturday night instead of taking me out or if they’re not into going out at all. i would be happy to lay on the couch in old clothes and eat crappy food and watch our favorite movies all weekend if they wanted.

i’m not looking for perfection. i’m sure we would fight. i’m opinionated and sure of myself and that usually comes with arguments. we can scream at each other and tell each other how much we hate each other and threaten to break up, the whole nine yards. i expect that. but even with as loud as i am about the way i feel, i’m pretty laid back. i hate fighting. so when things are good, they’re usually amazing.

what i’m trying to say, is that i wouldn’t be opposed to dating someone for a while. for more than a couple of weeks.

also, it’s late and i’m refusing to proofread this. sorry for any errors.

fuck. you.

it keeps telling me that it’s in recovery mode or some bullshit and then it says if i plug it into my computer and update it, then it will be fine so i try to do that but then it fails and IT’S NOT FINE.

it won’t play music or really do anything but tell me to plug it into my pc. i’m about to throw it out the window. i need this to work. this is not okay. someone tell me what to do because i can’t afford to blow my money on a new one. so please, please, please tell me how to fix it!

i’m thinking of starting a new tumblr just for all the things i want to remember from books i’m reading. it’s basically just going to be for my own personal use, but i’ll post it on here and you can follow it if you’d like. prepare yourself though, it’s just going to be me showing off how nerdy i am.

generally that means we have to help. i’m hiding.

took my laptop and my phone and ran.

anytime anyone comes anywhere close to my hiding spot, i immediately start to panic.

1. i’m getting my wisdom teeth pulled tomorrow. i’m not stoked.

2. i’m going to milk the pain of my teeth for all it’s worth. i will not be doing a single thing for the next three to four days.

3. i built a fort over my bed today. i’ve been refusing to take it down all day and i’m going to see if i can keep it until i leave for school. amy and jam were the inspiration for said fort.

4. my mom doesn’t like russell brand…

that’s pretty much it.

everyone keeps getting pissed about all of these .gif train things,

but really, i’m just stealing every .gif that gets posted. :)

i don’t know why. i always forget i have them.

just saying.