There we are, in the middle of chowing down on pizza. You know, diets start tomorrow (but not on this blog).
Most 22 year olds prefer to party with friends, out on the town, drunk. We party with the elderly, and we still can’t hang.
That’s before midnight (and before 10).
2011 was swell. I got engaged, continued my lifestyle, and finished my hardest semester in nursing.
2012 will be better. Here is to hoping I snatch my dream job next week, continue with my wedding plans, graduate from nursing school, and find peace within myself to accept who I am.