I know I know for sure, that life is beautiful around the world.

So if you don't have a house, you are "homeless." What is it called if it's just you and a really big house all to yourself? "Homeful?" That sounds ridiculous..but it's exactly what I am right now. And I don't like it.

And I'm on my knees, looking for the answer. Are we human, or are we dancers?

I've always thought that I wanted to live on my own. I basically have lived on my own the past two years...yes, I shared an apartment with two girls, but we had nothing in common, so I just chilled by myself in my room 99% of the time.

My parents have been in Holland the past couple days helping my sister and her family move, so I've had their house to myself. I thought they were just going to be gone for one night, but I'm on my third night in a row by myself. Eating whatever I want has been great..minus the fact that it's involved take out quite a bit because I've had no energy to cook when I've gotten home from work. I've been able to watch whatever I want. I Hate Valentines Day, which I was super looking forward to watching was TERRIBLE..ohhhmygosh..awful. Unwrapped, Diners Drive-ins and Dives, and The Holiday have all been awesome, as usual. Also, sleeping on the couch and not getting woken up has been super sweet as well.

However, everything was going great...until it stormed last night. Holy crap do I hate storms. I had no idea it was supposed to storm until I got woken up by super loud thunder, and lightning that was so bright, I kept dreaming that I was taking pictures. I'm hoping tonight the weather doesn't decide to screw me over so that I can get a little bit of sleep.

I've slept on the couch because a) I love it, and b) I've decided that I need to be able to hear if someone is breaking into the house. This whole sudden panic about weird noises and intruders makes me feel like living on my own isn't going to be in my future anytime soon.

Bow in the presence of greatness.

I.love.this.

True..they obviously did a ton of editing..but still..awesome.





Why can't I do cool stuff like that?

Yesterday I got lost in the circus, feeling like such a mess.

Tonight I wondered if I were to get sprayed by the skunk that was in the building if I would still have to go to work in the morning? I feel like being sprayed by a skunk is a legitimate excuse to miss work, however, I love working there, so I would never do that.

Would you still work with me if I smelled like a skunk? Probably not. I would hate myself all day.

Finally you have found something perfect, and finally you have found yourself.

Tonight when I got home from work I did a stupid facebook quiz that was supposed to tell you how old you'll be when you get married. It told me I'd be 27...as pathetic as that sounds..I can't see myself getting married anytime before that..so for once, one of those quizzes just may be correct.