There are Places I Remember....
You Are 21 Years Old
21
Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.
13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.
20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.
30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!
40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.
What Age Do You Act?
Not much going on here. After the last two weeks of running around like a chicken with its head cut off which eventually led to me being sick for a week (I'm still sick, mind you..), I've decided to take it slow. At least, slow enough for me. I'm attempting at actually enjoying my holiday. Go figure, huh?
Hung out with Misha and Jonas on Friday night, that was interesting and fun. I tend to be a lot more laid back when I'm with them. Hmm.. Maybe it's the drugs. Just kidding. Saturday, I pissed away the day by playing at the habbo hotel. htpp://www.habbohotel.com I recommend going there if you like bad graphics, emoticons, and butchering use of the english language. If that's your thing, lose it (Pee Wee Herman laugh) go crazy, ooh baby. Today, I made 20 million brownies, found out that I've lost 5 pounds (Yay, only about a gabillion to go, heh), and my idiot brother finally moved out of our house. Huzzah. I think I'll go do something Harry Potter related now. You know, round out my day.
Okay, question? If a guy kisses you on the check/neck area or whatever, and the two of you flirt a lot, though this guy has a girlfriend, what the hell does that mean? It wasn't even a good kiss...It was more of peck...I think it's platonic...Actually, I think I'm overthinking this...(Thanks alot, Tidwell.) Am I a slut? Oh crap, I AM a slut...I've got to stay away from this guy. For the greater good.
At least I'm a slut who got accepted into all the schools I applied too. Oh well. La di da for me. I mean, I'm no Caitlin, let me tell you. But I try. And that's good enough for me, I guess. :P
Hi Kristen, Chadfizzle, and Tidwell! I would say Hello to Camel, but she has a life now. Or what she calls a "life" now. And Mairin will probably never read this. Nevertheless, Hello.
P.S. How's the voodoo going, Caitlin?