1. the worst part about growing up is finally having to put behind the “Santa Clause is real” notion. Since I know Ben is upstairs wrapping my presents now I must admit there is no Santa… There is just Santa Ben… And Santa Ben said I can’t leave the computer room until he is finished wrapping my gifts. And just to let you know as Santa Ben has been wrapping presents every upstairs kitchen/living room appliance has gone off, and I’ve heard several crashing or banging noises…
2. Dishes don’t do themselves. And since they don’t I have to clean them off. And running out of cascade is my worst nightmare.
3. You really do get used to being in 7 degree weather out here. Today it was about 25 or 30 degrees out and I wore a thin zip up hoodie and flip flops around all day. Don’t get me wrong is till walk around saying “Why does it have to get so cold? I hate these stupid mountain towns!!!”. Oh and I am also good at shoveling snow. However, I decided to boast all day about the “great job I did”… and how “no one else did the side walks as well as me”… and it snowed the next day again… thats why no one else shoveled.
4. I like driving on highways. At first when we bought my car Obviously Ben lead me home while I drove the new car home… I was really nervous. I felt like it was the first time I ever got behind the wheel, except this time there was no one next to me helping me, and no one next to me having a panic attack. It was just me. And I was nervous. The speed limits are way faster out here, and you can not go anywhere without getting on the highway. But actually I like it. I like going faster. I like being in a car that moves, merging onto highways, my car’s obnoxious base, passing slow people. Driving out here is kind of tricky because the roads tend to change, but as long as you are paying attention, it’s fun.
5. I really don’t like being that drunk. Actually I’m glad I started drinking when I did, or I’d probably be passed out at a bar now. I’m just over it. I hate under age drinking, because I am I always afraid some one is going to take a picture of me and some one else will see it… and not really yell at me, but be embarrassed by me.
Case in point:
Me on my birthday after my parents took steph and I to my favorite restaurant: ::throwing up:: “Guys I ate lettuce first! Why isn’t the lettuce coming up first?”
Me ten minutes later: ::throwing up more:: “Guys- I found the lettuce!”
The point is I like to drink, but not like I’m 18.
6. Number five on my list made me want a sangria… who doesn’t love that fruity wine bubble taste?
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