I've been so horrible about blogging lately, as I'm sure you've noticed (or not, I highly doubt you sit at your computer hitting refresh 100 times a day praying to the Good Lord that I've thrown up some fantastically crappy post. Or maybe you do. Creepy). I haven't written much, read much, commented much, or replied to comments much. I really have no reason, either, I've just not been feeling it, I suppose. I've kind of gotten to the point where I'm like, "honestly, do people really care about what I say?" Sure, I could tell you about my nights out with my girlfriends, but first of all, it'd be the cliffsnotes version without all the awesome details because I cannot out my girls like that, and second of all, do you really care?
Is any of this even making sense?
I know I say I blog for me, and I do, but I also know people read what I write, and if I'm going to have an audience, I'd rather them be entertained, and if I think what I'm going to write could potentially be boring, then why write, and then I get to the point where I find everything to be boring, so I don't write, and here I am, neglecting my blog, and only popping in to write a bunch of jibber jabber and quite possibly not make any sense.
If you've ever wondered my thought processes, there you have it.
Anyramble. I guess I'll just write, and if people think I turned into Sucky McSuckerson, so be it.
One of my dearest friends moved home from Maryland and has single handedly revived my social life. Tell me that's not impressive? Thursday night a few of us girls went out for a night on the town. The entire night was hilarious, and even more hilarious as we rehashed the events all day Friday & Saturday. I'm still trying to figure out A. how I was not dying & not hungover for longer than 30 minutes on Friday and B. how I remember everything from Thursday night. Holy tequila. And vodka. And some delicious concoction called a "lunch box." Friday I sent a text to my friend, which then turned into a facebook status, which read: "I'm pretty sure I was in my own world on the dance floor last night. And I introduced myself to some guy as 'Demi'." Demi is my new alter-ego. She's a bit crazy.
Betti, Kiki, Me.
No, those aren't their real names. Aren't they so gorgeous? Pretty people make me smile, so no wonder I keep them around ;)
I almost cropped myself out because I hate how I look, but I don't plan on looking this way much longer, so consider this the "before Marianne returned to sexy" picture.
And yes, we're all really that tall.
It has felt really good to have interactions with people my age again. Truth be told, I've gone out more in the past month than I did in at least the last 6 combined. It's been really, really nice to feel like a 23 year old and realize how desperately I really do need my friends. They make me let loose and have fun and be a little more carefree, and Lord knows I need to let loose and have fun and be carefree. This girl is wound up tighter than a drum, most days.
On Saturday we started a new New Year's Day tradition where K, B, & I plan on going to Cheesecake Factory for dinner and champagne and then out on the town. I've mentioned before how much I struggled to make good friends my entire life and I am so fortunate to have had these girls (& Cary!) by my side for the past 5 years. We may have our differences, and sometimes annoy each other or tick each other off or go awhile without seeing/talking to each other, but there will never be anything but love between all of us.
Besides, we have too much dirt on each other to step out of line ;)
Girls, if you're reading this, I love you! Even if we do unintentionally get separated from each other after 1 too many drinks ;) Thanks for making me a better version of myself and for accepting me and my crazy ways as the way I am.
**I had no clue what this post was going to be about, but I kind of love it. I guess I need to stop putting so much thought into what I'm going to write and just write.**