So I was looking at my calendar while at work today, and I jumped ahead to check out what day of the week my birthday would be next year (you know you have done it too). I saw that it was on a Friday, and automatically thought - freaking awesome! My 21st birthday will be on a Friday, which means that I can . . . but then I realized I wasn't even sure where I would be living on my 21st birthday. Talk about being slapped in the face by that scratchy brown glove soaked in ice water, which is reality. Or something to that effect.

On an unrelated note, I really despise ambiguity and confusion in writing, such as the bastard metaphor I just wrote.

So, I really want to get things figured out of what I will be doing at least for the next year, because I absolutely hate not having a general idea of where my life is going. I feel like I have put my life on hold for the time being, so the least I could do is use this time to plan spending the rest of my life doing something more productive. Gotta go to the store