i got my first story published (woo) in a writing competition for my college. i won 1st place in the short story competition even though IMO my story was a piece of shyt to say the least. whatevers. so that got entered in district blablah i'm really not expecting much from that. and i'm not saying that in the way where people say "oh i'm not expecting anything" but secretly are. i really think the story has gone as far as it will go and that is okay because i can write so much better than that junk piece.
i quit my shitty job at the toy store and now i work at (deep breath in) victoria's secret. and i love it. my boss is wonderful and so are my coworkers. also it is only 5 mins (literally) from my house so i can put off getting ready til the last minute and still be there *EARLY.*
got my nose pierced ~like a boss, it's just something i've wanted to do for a very long time and never was brave enough until i said screw the world i'm going to do what i want. i had these two days of "i'm a new woman" and they really did a lot for me actually. i'm so much better than i was a few months ago and that is the truth.
moved my horse to a new barn and we are making insane amounts of progress. love that animal to death, just saying.
finally got wasted at t's birthday a few weeks ago, i don't remember a whole lot except the jim beam and coke (this is coca cola okay) and spilling it on my jeans and changing into pjs then telling m he had amazing taste in music, expressing my undying drunken love for j who i love only as a friend, burning my toes on the fire pit (blisters ensued) and waking up magically without a hangover. thank jeebs. but i do remember telling t before we fell asleep in his bed, we need to not be drunk together you are not taking care of me, though he was, in fact, taking care of me, i just get in this funny little hole when i drink i've noticed.
SO MORE LATER. i'm never gonna give up on this blog i think!