Saturday, December 27, 2008

Feeling Old

I am 23 years old. Actually, 23 and a half. When did I get so old? My God. Everyone knows that 21 is the last exciting birthday, but what they don't tell you is that after 21, there are certain expectations. Marriage, babies, grown-up jobs. I feel like I'm back to 18. Unemployed (AGAIN!), living with mom... I feel a new year's resolution coming on. Maybe a few of them. As cheesy as it may sound, I think I just need to do a little more living. You know, grab life by the balls. I'll work on that.

My Christmas was nice. It sucked being sick on Christmas, but it didn't ruin the day. I feel bad for not sending out cards, but life got in the way. We sent out our family cards, but I didn't get to the personal ones. Shucks.

Does anyone want to go ice skating?

Ali

Monday, December 22, 2008

I'm back!

I'm back living with my mom and I am so tired of moving. I'm not doing it anymore. Anyway, there some advantages and disadvantages to being back...

Advantages:
-Obviously, family and friends.
-Lu's Pizza!
-More jobs

Disadvantages:
-Nothing is open 24 hours in town! I have to drive 10 minutes if I want to buy anything after midnight. I'll have to get back on a normal schedule.

There are, of course, more advantages and disadvantages, but those are the ones that really matter.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go take some cold medicine and have a beer.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

We've Moved.

Sunday was our very last day in our old apartment. We are officially moved. I don't have much to say about it except that I am very tired and sore and I do not look forward to sorting through the large assortment of boxes and bags in our new living room.

Anna is gone. She went to live on a farm. (Seriously, she's living with Pat's manager out in the country. Not "live on a farm" as in the farm in heaven.) It's strange and I know Pat and Ethan are upset about it, which I completely understand, but I can't help but be excited about the lack of dog hair and smell in the new place. After cleaning the old apartment Sunday, I have decided that I never want a dog again. I might consider a bald dog. Maybe.

Work is going well. It's weird to see my checking account stay relatively even instead of continuing on a downward slope. It's nice.

-Ali