Tomorrow is my 19th birthday. Oddly enough, I’m not really excited or anything, seeing as I have to work for 8.5 hours. On top of that, I’m ass broke. But this weekend, should be legit, my family has some good stuff planed. 19, be good to me!

Yesterday, my mom told me that when I was younger (about 5 and 6) I would legit demand for us to have family dinners at Hooters… My life makes a little more sense.

I was washing dishes and when I was done she called me into the living room to watch The Real L Word with her.

…Uh okay mom

It was about a 6.5 hour car ride, but I love the feeling of being home. I completed one year of college on my own. I learned a lot about myself, and now I’m ready to get my summer started! San Francisco, love me down for the next 3 months? Ok.

Is going crazy!

a McChicken and a chicken burrito at 3am, probably wasn’t the wisest (or healtiest) thing I’ve ever done.

How relaxing it’d be to lay in my underwear, eat a cinnamon roll, and scroll through tumblr at 11:45. I think I’ll add this too my ‘list of loves’, right after Naya Rivera, and just before bacon… Well, maybe after bacon.

Got to talk to my mom. I haven’t seen her in almost 3 month, and we finally got to talk face to face. I told her somethings and she showed me exactly why she has my heart and my back. I feel like I can breath again. 

Me: Man. I can’t find this definition anywhere! 

My roommate: Me neither dude! 

Me: I’m going to leave school and *buuuurp* 

Me: Whoooa. Excuseee me. I’m a fatty. Fatty boom-ba-latty! 

My roommate: Dude you’re so from San Francisco. I swear. 

^That was the best compliment I’ve received in a loooong time :)