Post Grad Living

This is why I hate New Year’s

I babysat down in Westchester but made it back to my hometown before midnight.

I couldn’t go into Manhattan because the way the trains work and what I would do with my car and blah blah.

Then I come home to find out that ALL OF MY FRIENDS ARE WITH THEIR SILLY BOYFRIENDS. Are any of them out? No. They’re all staying in. -____-

So here I am, once again, bringing in the New Year alone. And my parents are downstairs. 

This is so damn stupid. And then I feel childish for being mad about something so trivial.

I’m pretty sure that 90% of the people on tumblr who reblog politically-charged posts and photos couldn’t pass GOV 101 or point to Iran on a map.

Fleet Week Success

I really want to upload the picture of me with the sailor, but I don’t want to put an identity to this blog yet. Life or death decisions here…. I could blur out our faces or put a black bar across our eyes?