Oh, FoCo...

Sorry about the lack of posts... I've been kind of busy lately.

I booked my flight to New York City today... YAY! I'm going the 10th through the 17th... and the 16th is my 21st birthday. I'm so excited. At first I wanted to book my flight so that I could be back for my birthday, but I've just been going to the bars already, so I'm sure they're going to be there when I get back. We're going to spend time at Mac's beach house in New Jersey and do the NYC thing for a while too. This is the funny part: my flight back home is at 6am. The day after my birthday. I don't get to go to sleep. I just get to drink until last call, hope I'm not too drunk, get my shit and leave for the airport. I don't know how the hell I'm going to navigate LaGuardia by myself, drunk. It'll be an adventure and a half... I just hope I don't throw up on some businessman.

My fucking teacher pissed me off so bad today; we had outlines for some stupid "bad news letter" that we were supposed to have for peer-editing today. They weren't even due or anything... Anyways, she sees that me and some other people didn't have theirs and docks us points for "non-professionalism". I spent the rest of class scowling at her while she went over her powerpoints. The best part was that when I got my other letter back (which I also didn't do an outline for) I had gotten a 93%. I refrained from screaming "IN YO FACE!" at her... That's probably not too professional either.

I was driving home the other day and I realized how much I am beginning to love Fort Collins. I spent a lot of time in high school selfishly feeling like this town didn't have anything to offer me, and now that I'm getting older there are so many things to do. Plus, the side of town that I grew up on is just... I don't know, more boring. I think (as stupid as it sounds) that going to the bars has kind of brought a change in my attitude. I remember going places downtown with my parents and walking by like, Lucky Joes or the Rio and thinking that the people in there were so old and that I would never get there. It's weird... I don't feel that old.

I was such a waste of space last week. All I did was go out! It was ridiculous... I think I drank like... 6 nights out of the week. Is it bad that I don't remember?!

I had pics from Saturday on Caroline's camera, but apparently her drunk ass deleted most of them. Damnit. If I get them, I'll post them.

Ok kiddies... It's to hot to...um.. breathe. I gotta go do something.

Listening to: Spitalfield: Stop Doing Bad Things