Get A Life

This entry has nothing to do with getting a life, at least I don’t think it does. I want to post this so people read it. I never write in my journal anymore, I would rather have strangers discover my secrets, not worried about what might be said.

I have realized that this past summer has gotten very out of hand. I turned 19 three days ago. And five days ago, I had sex for the first time, completely unprotected. I regret that I made the choice while we were both under the influence of alcohol. Now I am dealing with the fact that I might be pregnant with a guy that is pretty much a stranger to me.

Never have I thought so hard of my future and try to figure out how a child would fit into my life. I want to go to college, and I know that it will be difficult it this mistake becomes a child. I haven’t even started thinking about what I would do if I am pregnant..the choices that I will have to make…to keep the baby, or give it up for adoption.

Never have I thought so hard about what I want to do with my life. But now I know. I want to help girls who are in the situation I am in right now. I want to be able to help them through these situations when they feel like no one is there for them. On the morning after the night I lost my virginity, I wanted nothing more than to talk to an adult female and simply ask what I should do. After hours of being alone, and talking to friends my own age, I decided I had no other choice that to take the morning after pill. i did, but I am still worried.

That last night, 5 days ago was the end of my summer, for me at least. I went through many nights of driving around at midnight, egging houses as a prank with my friends. One is a girl that is my best friend. The others are two boys that I became friends with this summer. Me and my best friends had a competition this summer…to see how many boys we could kiss.
She got 7. I got 9. The two boys we hung out with were two of mine. One of them, I had a huge crush on. He is one of the sweetest boys ever, but due to his pranks, I almost got arrested. But the blame was on all four of us. And I only blame myself. The two boys have left for college. Great schools, too. My best friend is moving away to another state with her family next month.

So maybe the reason I am writing this is because I am alone. I am facing the fact that my friends are leaving me. And I am stuck here at community college. And I am dealing with the fact that I might be pregnant, and be even more stuck than before. I do not want that. But I will trust fate.

A couple weeks ago, I couldn’t be alone. I always wanted to go out and party and drink…even if it was on a tuesday. I wanted to hook up with the guy that was nearest me. I would not be able to go to sleep unless I hung out with my friends first and did something…anything.

But now, I am over that. I guess it was a summer phase. Not wanting to go home…meeting friends that you can’t live without. I miss my friends dearly, and I am trying to be happy for them, although honestly, I am mad at them. But that is only because I am mad at myself for not leaving too. Which is why I plan to go off somewhere in January. Hopefully I can save some money, work hard, and be able to move with my best friend.

I need to experience life.

This entry has nothing to do with getting a life, at least I don’t think it does. I want to post this so people read it. I never write in my journal anymore, I would rather have strangers discover my secrets, not worried about what might be said.

I have realized that this past summer has gotten very out of hand. I turned 19 three days ago. And five days ago, I had sex for the first time, completely unprotected. I regret that I made the choice while we were both under the influence of alcohol. Now I am dealing with the fact that I might be pregnant with a guy that is pretty much a stranger to me.

Never have I thought so hard of my future and try to figure out how a child would fit into my life. I want to go to college, and I know that it will be difficult it this mistake becomes a child. I haven’t even started thinking about what I would do if I am pregnant..the choices that I will have to make…to keep the baby, or give it up for adoption.

Never have I thought so hard about what I want to do with my life. But now I know. I want to help girls who are in the situation I am in right now. I want to be able to help them through these situations when they feel like no one is there for them. On the morning after the night I lost my virginity, I wanted nothing more than to talk to an adult female and simply ask what I should do. After hours of being alone, and talking to friends my own age, I decided I had no other choice that to take the morning after pill. i did, but I am still worried.

That last night, 5 days ago was the end of my summer, for me at least. I went through many nights of driving around at midnight, egging houses as a prank with my friends. One is a girl that is my best friend. The others are two boys that I became friends with this summer. Me and my best friends had a competition this summer…to see how many boys we could kiss.
She got 7. I got 9. The two boys we hung out with were two of mine. One of them, I had a huge crush on. He is one of the sweetest boys ever, but due to his pranks, I almost got arrested. But the blame was on all four of us. And I only blame myself. The two boys have left for college. Great schools, too. My best friend is moving away to another state with her family next month.

So maybe the reason I am writing this is because I am alone. I am facing the fact that my friends are leaving me. And I am stuck here at community college. And I am dealing with the fact that I might be pregnant, and be even more stuck than before. I do not want that. But I will trust fate.

A couple weeks ago, I couldn’t be alone. I always wanted to go out and party and drink…even if it was on a tuesday. I wanted to hook up with the guy that was nearest me. I would not be able to go to sleep unless I hung out with my friends first and did something…anything.

But now, I am over that. I guess it was a summer phase. Not wanting to go home…meeting friends that you can’t live without. I miss my friends dearly, and I am trying to be happy for them, although honestly, I am mad at them. But that is only because I am mad at myself for not leaving too. Which is why I plan to go off somewhere in January. Hopefully I can save some money, work hard, and be able to move with my best friend.

I need to experience life.

This entry has nothing to do with getting a life, at least I don’t think it does. I want to post this so people read it. I never write in my journal anymore, I would rather have strangers discover my secrets, not worried about what might be said.

I have realized that this past summer has gotten very out of hand. I turned 19 three days ago. And five days ago, I had sex for the first time, completely unprotected. I regret that I made the choice while we were both under the influence of alcohol. Now I am dealing with the fact that I might be pregnant with a guy that is pretty much a stranger to me.

Never have I thought so hard of my future and try to figure out how a child would fit into my life. I want to go to college, and I know that it will be difficult it this mistake becomes a child. I haven’t even started thinking about what I would do if I am pregnant..the choices that I will have to make…to keep the baby, or give it up for adoption.

Never have I thought so hard about what I want to do with my life. But now I know. I want to help girls who are in the situation I am in right now. I want to be able to help them through these situations when they feel like no one is there for them. On the morning after the night I lost my virginity, I wanted nothing more than to talk to an adult female and simply ask what I should do. After hours of being alone, and talking to friends my own age, I decided I had no other choice that to take the morning after pill. i did, but I am still worried.

That last night, 5 days ago was the end of my summer, for me at least. I went through many nights of driving around at midnight, egging houses as a prank with my friends. One is a girl that is my best friend. The others are two boys that I became friends with this summer. Me and my best friends had a competition this summer…to see how many boys we could kiss.
She got 7. I got 9. The two boys we hung out with were two of mine. One of them, I had a huge crush on. He is one of the sweetest boys ever, but due to his pranks, I almost got arrested. But the blame was on all four of us. And I only blame myself. The two boys have left for college. Great schools, too. My best friend is moving away to another state with her family next month.

So maybe the reason I am writing this is because I am alone. I am facing the fact that my friends are leaving me. And I am stuck here at community college. And I am dealing with the fact that I might be pregnant, and be even more stuck than before. I do not want that. But I will trust fate.

A couple weeks ago, I couldn’t be alone. I always wanted to go out and party and drink…even if it was on a tuesday. I wanted to hook up with the guy that was nearest me. I would not be able to go to sleep unless I hung out with my friends first and did something…anything.

But now, I am over that. I guess it was a summer phase. Not wanting to go home…meeting friends that you can’t live without. I miss my friends dearly, and I am trying to be happy for them, although honestly, I am mad at them. But that is only because I am mad at myself for not leaving too. Which is why I plan to go off somewhere in January. Hopefully I can save some money, work hard, and be able to move with my best friend.

I need to experience life.

This entry has nothing to do with getting a life, at least I don’t think it does. I want to post this so people read it. I never write in my journal anymore, I would rather have strangers discover my secrets, not worried about what might be said.

I have realized that this past summer has gotten very out of hand. I turned 19 three days ago. And five days ago, I had sex for the first time, completely unprotected. I regret that I made the choice while we were both under the influence of alcohol. Now I am dealing with the fact that I might be pregnant with a guy that is pretty much a stranger to me.

Never have I thought so hard of my future and try to figure out how a child would fit into my life. I want to go to college, and I know that it will be difficult it this mistake becomes a child. I haven’t even started thinking about what I would do if I am pregnant..the choices that I will have to make…to keep the baby, or give it up for adoption.

Never have I thought so hard about what I want to do with my life. But now I know. I want to help girls who are in the situation I am in right now. I want to be able to help them through these situations when they feel like no one is there for them. On the morning after the night I lost my virginity, I wanted nothing more than to talk to an adult female and simply ask what I should do. After hours of being alone, and talking to friends my own age, I decided I had no other choice that to take the morning after pill. i did, but I am still worried.

That last night, 5 days ago was the end of my summer, for me at least. I went through many nights of driving around at midnight, egging houses as a prank with my friends. One is a girl that is my best friend. The others are two boys that I became friends with this summer. Me and my best friends had a competition this summer…to see how many boys we could kiss.
She got 7. I got 9. The two boys we hung out with were two of mine. One of them, I had a huge crush on. He is one of the sweetest boys ever, but due to his pranks, I almost got arrested. But the blame was on all four of us. And I only blame myself. The two boys have left for college. Great schools, too. My best friend is moving away to another state with her family next month.

So maybe the reason I am writing this is because I am alone. I am facing the fact that my friends are leaving me. And I am stuck here at community college. And I am dealing with the fact that I might be pregnant, and be even more stuck than before. I do not want that. But I will trust fate.

A couple weeks ago, I couldn’t be alone. I always wanted to go out and party and drink…even if it was on a tuesday. I wanted to hook up with the guy that was nearest me. I would not be able to go to sleep unless I hung out with my friends first and did something…anything.

But now, I am over that. I guess it was a summer phase. Not wanting to go home…meeting friends that you can’t live without. I miss my friends dearly, and I am trying to be happy for them, although honestly, I am mad at them. But that is only because I am mad at myself for not leaving too. Which is why I plan to go off somewhere in January. Hopefully I can save some money, work hard, and be able to move with my best friend.

I need to experience life.

So my definition of “getting a life” would be to basically have stuff to do, and people to spend time with. This past weekend I had to work form 3 to 11. I spend my morning sleeping in and taking care of stuff around the house before going in to busy days at the hotel that I work at. On Saturday, I didn’t get out of work until 11:45 because there was lots of paperwork still to be done and I listened to the night shift worker as he told me funny stories. Haha. After I was out of work I got a phone call from one of my friends inviting me to a party, but it was a high school party and I wasn’t really a fan of those. Then another group of my friends called and invited me to play poker with them and just hang out. They were all guys from my age, 18, to 25, so I went to hang out with them until the early morning. It was fun to hang out with people I hadn’t seen in a while.

I’m glad I decided to spend time with them. (:

It hurts when people you love tell you to get a life. I guess going to school three days a week and working twice a week isn’t enough of a life. My friend always tells me to get a life. But I don’t know what that is. I need something more. I need to quit the job I hate and focus more on school and what I want to do with my life than ever before. And according to my brother, watching LOST isn’t much of a life. (: