yummm peanut butter toast. a staple as my breakfast. i am currently waiting up til 1:30 to get used to my new crazy schedule which has yet to become crazy.

and i got hungry. hence the peanut butter toast.

when i turned 21 i was allowed to drink, and therefore, in my mind an “adult.” i didn’t feel like one until papa passed, when my mom asked me to start the obituary and take care of getting it put in the papers. and find names and addresses of people they needed to notify. it was weird, papa being sick, because i went home to help out and i was a part of things, rather than trekking over to the hospital for the mandatory 15 minute visit. thats when i realized i was old enough for these things to start happening. i told jen i wasn’t old enough to write my papa’s obit. two days later i was asked to be a bridesmaid in virginia’s wedding, and that was crazy too, because one of my oldest friends is actually getting married, and she wants me to be in it. two days after papa’s funeral i had an interview for my first real job, two weeks after that i found out that my oldest friend is also engaged, and tomorrow, i start work and my last semester of college.

there are always some people who are never ready to leave high school or college, but i’m not one of them. i hated high school. i’ve loved college. but i feel old now, like things are moving on without me. i’m more of a “ready to move on to the next phase” kind of person. things are happening, pete and i both have real jobs and i’m starting to prep for grad school applications and i’m living on my own. its so weird! marissa and i went shopping today for work clothes and it kept freaking me out, even though i’m ready to start at the sentinel. things are changing and i always get worried about how me moving downtown will affect my ucf friendships, along with the working all weekend and having two weeknights off. but everything will work out.

so here’s a funny story. my sister and jordan were leaving my house in miami and when they walked outside there was a bum in the front yard, with a shipping cart and everything. she called my dad and my dad was like, “well what is he doing? does he look like he’s just taking a break?” how crazy is that. i live in a really residential neighborhood and my sis walks out and there’s a bum and his cart, sleeping in the front yard. talk about random.

so back to cleaning my little home. if my place is chaos then i won’t be able to deal with the chaos outside of it. people (mostly the dish network guy, which a whole other story within itself) are TRACKING DIRT EVERYWHERE. this tile floor is my enemy. it doesn’t stay clean no matter what i do, and it drives me crazy. and the people who know me know i am a cluttery person. i hate it if i am making an effort to keep things clean and people just keep tracking dirt everywhere! no one cares about the grittiness i feel on my feet every time i walk to my room. consideration people! alright, off to (literally) wash the dishes. night yo!