home sweet home.

Sorry, guys. I'm really tired. So tired, I don't even feel like reading my favorite blogs- much less updating my own.

I will try to blog about how fucking hot it was (I literally took a picture of my dashboard that read 95 degrees) and how I missed driving a car and how I spent everyday drunk(that's how we do it, where I'm from)and how my ego got a huge hit by a boy who told me I should not have invested so much emotion into him b/c he's krazy (WTF?! That's my line, fucker!) how some people never change no matter how much you want them to and how I scared myself out of having a meaningful visit with someone and how I miss home more than anything and am completely pissed I cannot live there.

Or how I semi-miss my long hair. But I have come to terms with the cut (it's to my shoulders and semi-Sophia Bush- looking). We all know how I feel about wedding hair (which I firmly believe everyone should get married with LONG flowing hair) and the last time I cut mine "short" (for me), I said I will continue to keep it short until I am in a meaningful relationship and as soon as we get to the 6 month mark, I would grow it out again (just in case). And seeing as I like to emotionally attach myself to unavailable men, finding the one I will spend the rest of my life with will be awhile, hence allowing me to cut my hair.

Or how I miss smoking in bars and how I think being at a different altitude effects how much I smoke (I smoked like a chimney; so much my throat is killing me). Did I mention they discontinued my brand?! (which is Camel Turkish Jade Light 100s. . . I wrote a blog about the history of how I came to smoke such a mouthful to say, but I decided not to post it) Yea. So I have 10 cartons and when those are gone I'm going to cry.

Or how much I miss my friends and my sister and brother. And how much I'm sad not to be able to see my nieces grow up. It is as plain and simple as that. I miss home, but I cannot live there because there are no opportunities. If I could be happy working for my dad and just living, I would move home in a heartbeat. I just feel like there is so much more out there for me that the city cannot offer. There will be no more life changes (i.e. moving) until I figure out for certain what I want to do. . . and I'm thinking Brooklyn Community College might have the answer (more on that later).

And since I went on and on. . . what's the point of making another one?

These pics are courtesy of Andie, my personal stylist, photographer and amazing sorority sister. There are more on her regular blog along with her 365 Blog. I'm sure I will post more of my own when I get home and have time to upload them onto my computer. This is the St. Louis Cathedral (where I will be getting married, btw) with a military happening with it as its backdrop. How gorgeous?!