I'm 23

It's my birthday, the anniversary of the day of my birth, today and I'm now 23 years old which means I'm still younger than my dog but I act older because I have thumbs. Or something like that. I have no idea how that sentence ended up taking that turn but it has and we shall go forward because it is my birthday and I can cry if I want to but, like, I wouldn't want to cry so I'll just interpret that as I can do whatever the fuck I want. I'm not sure that's how that works but again, I will continue to do whatever I want because it is my birthday.

For those of you new to my life, or just somehow unaware, I am a little bit obsessed with my birthday. Some people say Thanksgiving or Halloween or Christmas is their favorite holiday, but mine will forever be my birthday. Because it is my holiday. The day all about me.

Some of you may not know this because I've been a bit low key with my birthday this year. There was no countdown (there's ALWAYS A COUNTDOWN), I didn't ask for anything this year, I wasn't running around telling everyone it was my birthday, and hardly anyone even knew (I almost went all day at work without anyone knowing). But just know that on the inside I'm all IT'S MY BIRTHDAY WHY AREN'T PEOPLE FREAKING OUT IT'S MY DAAAAYYYY.

I had a few hours in between my first and second shifts at work, so after I picked up Louie from his dog hotel, I went to dinner with my roommates. It was really fun because usually when we go out it's trivia night at the bar I work at and we go with another friend of ours. But this time it was just the three of us having good food and laughing and it was the perfect way to spend my day.

And then I came home from work to find that A had gone out to get me a cake, and even had a nice setup going. I literally had time for one bite of that cake before running out the door to go back to work at 10.

Then at work I got to drink and eat for free while I hung out with the very cool people I work with while cleaning up the bar a little bit. But now it's almost 2am and I am exhausted. I have the day off tomorrow so I'm going to be catching up on the DVR and then celebrating my birthday the way it should be celebrated: not worrying about work, and drinking with friends.

Happy birthday to me.

-A

Don't even know what home is anymore.

It's been a long and fun week, but I am exhausted and I am ready to get back to my life. Going back to Kansas made me realize some really surprising and good things about where I am right now. Yeah, I miss my friends like crazy and I've never felt better than when I was at the Sandbar with all of my best friends and things felt comfortable again. And when I went out with my other group of friends it felt so good to be back with the same group who I spent all of my time with right before I moved. Being back in Lawrence and knowing all of the shortcuts and not dealing with traffic felt so good. And being able to hang out with my brother and sister, and spend time with my parents is something I have seriously missed the past four months so it was so good to be back with them. Everything was like it was back in July and it felt warming and I was extremely happy.

But the week went on and now it's Saturday and I leave for the airport in thirty minutes and I can't help but be a little anxious and excited to get back. Being away from LA made me realize that I have things to look forward to out there. I miss my roommates and just sitting on the couch watching some stupid reality show. I miss the friends that I've made and I can't wait to hang out with them again. And you know, I miss that one someone. Oh, and Louie. I can't wait to be back with my handsome guy.

So I'm ready to get back and be back in the swing of things. I wore myself out coming home, cramming  something to do in each possible second. I don't know how much sleep I actually got while back here, but it wasn't much. And I'm feeling the effect that has had because I'm super tired.

Initially I was afraid to come home because I thought it was going to be so hard and almost impossible to go back to LA. But coming home turned out to be really great because it made me realize I like LA a little more than I realized. So I thought I'd type this up really quick before I take off so that when I'm back in LA and the homesickness sets in, I can remember how this feels: to miss LA.

-A

How many jobs can one girl have?

I've been, like, busy or something lately.

It sounds crazy to say but I've been working a lot. And I don't mean I've been putting a lot of hours in on some job. I've been juggling interning on a set ~3 times a week, working two different catering jobs, starting two new serving jobs (and ultimately only keeping one), and then working as a PA for a TV show. And then somehow I've been finding some time to keep up with TV shows, write jokes, and blog a little bit.

But things have now calmed down. Yesterday was my last day on the TV show, today was my last day interning on set (after three very long months, where I was working five days a week in the beginning) and I'll be taking some days off to go home for Thanksgiving. And because things tend to just work out for me, once I get back to LA I'll probably be jumping into another internship.

During all of these jobs, I've also been dealing with some homesickness and emotions or something. It hasn't been easy in LA which is partly to blame for me not keeping up with this blog, because I didn't feel funny. And the first posts on this site were some writing I was actually proud of and I didn't want to tarnish that with some emotional talk about how I miss home and hate traffic and the emotional tailspin I've been going through regarding One Direction. Then somewhere along the way I just started to get so busy that I didn't really have time to think about how I was sad and that led to just not really being all that sad. And, you know, I met people.

So if it wasn't almost three in the morning and I didn't have to be up at 5:30 in the morning I would tell you a story about something that happened but it is almost three in the morning and I do have to be up in two and a half hours so I'm going to say goodnight and I'm going to promise there's a good, more substantial, update coming soon. Just in case you've missed knowing everything about me, you weirdo.
What more do you want to know? I already texted you what I ate for dinner tonight. We need to take this slowly if it's going to work out. I really just hate to jump into things too quickly, that never turns out well for the other person. Text me tomorrow so I don't have to guess what you had for breakfast, okay?

-A