it's a new year. or so i have been told. i don't remember much from last night except that it was a blur. it was six in the evening and then it was two-thirty in the morning and i was heading out of the pub dressed far too fancy for my surroundings. i've hated beer for so long but now i love it. i don't love what it does to me in the morning having already been mixed with tequila.
i am on my new laptop, adding stuff and tinkering with others. i sat in my pajamas all day and i loved every second of it. now, as the weekend approaches, next week comes with it. this means a new (and final) semester, acting, work work work and whatever the hell other kind of trouble i manage to get myself into. i've been really good at being reckless this break. it's not everyone's definition of reckless but it's something entirely new to me.
i should have finished that application weeks ago.
