This forced hermit-mode is boring.

I need to get out.

I need fun.

But I can’t

:(

You know those “If we’re not married by…” pacts? Do you think people actually go through with those? I’m not talking in the cheesy chick flick way, where they realize they were always meant to be and head over heels in love. But just 2 people who decide ‘Why not? I’ve given up trying to look around and I enjoy your company enough to be with you.’

I had 2 of those pacts.

1 of them is married now.

1 of them isn’t.

This has been a post

I want it to be July 4th now

The anticipation of everything happening on that day is killing me

The only way to express how I feel could be closely  related to the moment when Jessie Spano got addicted to caffeine pills

“I’m so excited!I’m so excited…….I’m so scared!”

I’ve entered into a forced hermit mode for the next 2 months.

I’m only allowing myself to go to work and then back home.

It’s going to be difficult but I think I can do it.

Hopefully :/

I’ve been finding myself using the internet less and less lately.

I mean I still use it maybe at least once a day but nowhere nearly as much.

When I have free time I don’t spend it scrolling through my dashboard, I actually spend it doing something productive(sometimes).

I’ve been reading a lot more, which is never a bad thing.

Maybe subconsciously I’m preparing myself for July when I won’t have technology to rely on to entertain me for a month, so I’m slowly weaning myself away. Maybe I’m too busy to be on the interwebs. Or maybe I’m full of shit.

So I didn’t want to jinx it but now that it’s confirmed I’m so happy to say.

I purposely didn’t book a flight back from Europe because there was a chance I could get a buddy pass.

Today I got an email saying I got the pass for $200 instead of me purchasing a $1000+ ticket home. That saves me $800 to either spend in Europe or to save for another adventure!!

I’m pretty happy about it

So while I was at work today I got a whole bunch of emails that got me very excited.

My friend overseas booked all our hostel arrangements for this summer’s adventures around Europe.

I was starting to worry because I like to plan things out. Know how much money to set aside for hotels, transportation and whatnot. Know that it’s all set I can stop stressing out about that. My itinerary goes:

• July 5-9 : London
• July 9-11: Paris
• July 11-12 : Rome
• July 13- 16: Marseille
• July 17-19: Paris (again)
• July 20-21: Amsterdam
• July 22-23: Bruges
• July 23-25: Brussels

Now that its booked, it’s starting to hit me, this is ACTUALLY happening.

I’m so excited.

So I’m back home and the Post-Coachella Depression is sinking in.

I can’t wait for next year. Even though I’m still exhausted, my body aches from dancing and I think I’m getting sick. It was worth it. The weather this year was great. Even though the rain and wind on Friday I could’ve done without. I’m glad it wasn’t 100 degrees like last year.

Everyone keeps asking me about the Tupac hologram. It was cool but definitely not in my top 3 favorite things that happened the whole weekend.

I kinda feel that folks going to Weekend 2 aren’t going to have any element of surprise because all the footage is online. Sucks for them

Is it next April yet?

I’m driving down the street minding my own business. And I see lights in my rearview.

Fuck.

The cop says I was speeding blah, blah, blah…writes me a ticket and then adds oh hey btw I have to arrest you now. I seriously thought I was being pranked. He tells me there’s this warrant out for me since January. My mind is beyond blown at this point, I know I haven’t been in any trouble, no tickets, no arrests, nothing.

He proceeds to cuff me ( handcuffs fucking hurt btw, and not in the good way) and drives me to pass me off to some other cop. All the while I’m freaking out wondering if this is all real life. All I wanted to do was stop by Best Buy next thing I know I’m getting arrested.

So long story short is my identity was stolen and someone used my name when they got busted because I have never been arrested for buying my underage son liquor. The key to figuring out I didn’t do that: I DON’T HAVE A SON! Even if I did have one he wouldn’t even be old enough to even know what liquor is because I’m only 27 and didn’t have a kid when I was 11.

It was the biggest waste of 3 hours of my life. And even though I was wrongly arrested, they left my speeding ticket in my purse for me to see when I was released.

FFFFUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!

I want a house.

I REALLY want a house.

I’m tired of renting and constantly moving after a lease is up or renewing a lease.

I want my own house that I can paint, decorate and do whatever I want to it because I’m a homeowner.

I want to have dinner parties, BBQs, movie nights, Super Bowl parties.

I’m close to what I want.

Now I have to decide where I want to live :-/