||[Nov. 2nd, 2010|06:33 pm]
Somehow, I made it through my birthday week....|
.....and I'm still alive. My 24th was a week-long celebration that began Sunday, but I had to pull out early on Saturday citing exhaustion. It was a great, great week with lots of drink, friends, laughs, and love (in the order) all around. My best friend wasn't able to turn up, but it hardly mattered; I threw up from drinking for the first time in years (and that says something)!
I was pretty apprehensive about turning 24. And leaving my early 20s. But I think this birthday tied with my 21st as best ever. At one point I ate Taco Bell three times in a 24-hour stretch, not counting the time I drove up and they were closed.
Yesterday morning Andrew (my brother) and I signed the lease and moved into our new place; I love it. It's a nice building in a great location, and I can get up and go running through the neighborhood without worrying about getting shot! We don't have the internet on yet, and I'm thinking of arguing against having an internet connection our place. Without Facebook, Boxingscene, ect distracting me I get so much more reading, songwriting, and exercising done! If I want teh internets I'll walk over to Starbucks.
I'm also poor as shit! This is actually a good thing; less drinking and buying Taco Bell.
Slaying faces at school! Looking forward to January, when I'll be taking six(!) classes and trying to CLEP one more. It's an exciting time to be me.