scarrie

i'm twenty-one. borderline twenty-two. aka the age where you stop pretending being older is cool. i cannot decide for the life of me what i want to do when 'i grow up.' i am hoping i can finish out my college career at UMUC with a degree in criminal justice. to be honest i just want to be an asshole and shoot guns for the rest of my life.
everyday i wake up i realize how fucking lucky i am for the people in my life. mills, sara, amp, moran, rach, wehberg, perkins, meaghan, natalie, and nicole. plus my sister of course. these girls mean the world to me, without a doubt.
as much as it would be nice to fall in love, or at least 'pretend' to be in love...it is the least of my worries. i am rather content with this aspect of my life.
i procrastinate like no other. i drink coffee more than the average human. i stay up till 5am talking to mills about our mexican friends, lima beans and peas, what we'd do if we had one week left to live and i am going to miss these talks once she is not sleeping next to me anymore. :(
i laugh at everything under the sun...probably things i shouldn't laugh at most of the time. i try my best to make people happy and listen to them and give them advice, despite the fact that i am half retarded and shouldn't be helping anyone with problems.
some parts of my past i miss but i know the things that happened and the people that were there, were there for a reason. and i cannot wait for the future. ♥
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