Sometimes I think about what would to my blog happen if I died. Like, would tumblr know? Would my blog still be up? What about my queue?

Like imagine that someone you know had died, but they had such a stacked queue that they kept posting for years from beyond the grave.

How fucked up would that be?

It’s one of those kinds of days

It’s one of those kinds of days

Awesome. My dad just lost his fucking job, I’m not making any money at mine, we’re too poor to afford groceries as a family, I can’t afford to even put gas in my car, and I have no fucking clue what we’re going to do when I go to college.

Fuck.

Just fuck.

I pick my best friends by judging them not by the color of their skin or the content of their character, but rather by how comfortable I am going to the bathroom at their house.

Let’s be real here, there’s no way there can be a lasting friendship if you can’t even pee at someones place.

Today, my dad was telling me about the differences between people who smoke pot and those who drink.

He said that his roomate was super high, and his friend was starting to piss him off. His solution? He picked up their maine coon (which is just fluffy as all hell), peed all over it, then threw it at his friend. His friend was then covered in piss, scratched up from the angry cat, and was going to have infections from his cuts being full of urine.

My dad said that the real difference is that if his roomate had been drinking instead of smoking, he would have never been able to coordinate such a difficult task.

photo from before the Cekola Family Reunion Charity Dinner (what a mouthful). It was kind of amazing. I forgot how much I like seeing people. And since last year kinda super sucked and I didn’t end up talking to anybody (mistake of bringing an ex), it was nice to really catch up. Wont make that mistake again. But yeah, several people offered me a job if I end up going to Western, so that’s nice. I also sprinted in 7 inch high heels, so that’s something that I never knew that I was capable of, so go Carson!
But my aunt was so drunk that she dropped a lit cigarette in my hair.
Other than that though, I’d say it was a pretty great night.

photo from before the Cekola Family Reunion Charity Dinner (what a mouthful). It was kind of amazing. I forgot how much I like seeing people. And since last year kinda super sucked and I didn’t end up talking to anybody (mistake of bringing an ex), it was nice to really catch up. Wont make that mistake again. But yeah, several people offered me a job if I end up going to Western, so that’s nice. I also sprinted in 7 inch high heels, so that’s something that I never knew that I was capable of, so go Carson!

But my aunt was so drunk that she dropped a lit cigarette in my hair.

Other than that though, I’d say it was a pretty great night.

WAT

I just got home and instead of just seeing my ONE 8th grade teacher, there were 4 of them. We all hung out at the bar together. Someone bought a round of shots to celebrate my scholarship that I just got from EMU. Then they were all offering to let me come have my student teaching with them.

Whaaaaat the fuck?

Today at school, this guy in my class told me that I was “the physical representation of an ass hole.”

To which my friend Marc just looked at him and asked “is an ass hole not already the physical representation of an ass hole?”

I don’t know how or why, but I feel like this is a defining moment in my life.

I’m trying to make myself a game plan for this week.

Today or tomorrow, drop off Matt’s thing.

Tomorrow, shopping with mom then online work (spanish and psychology)

Thursday, leave for Kalamazoo. Visit Vic & Tudy, online work

Friday, see new baby, hang around with family, online work

Saturday, Hannah day

Sunday, home & see Matt

I can already feel the anxiety from actually having to do things.

This week will be strenuous to say the least…. But it’s okay because of Saturday though.

I can do this.

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